When rutabagas win the prize
at flower shows, when tubers bat
coquettish eyes,
I'll think of you, remember that
it all was well, we both were kind.
When lovers cross their legs and read,
perhaps I'll find
that you are all I ever need,
if dust greens grass, if darkness clouds
happy virgins in bed asleep,
if lost in crowds,
lovers recall they could not keep
some vow they made and feel just fine.
When camels dance on tippy-toe.
When gum-trees pine.
When
lovers love, not just for show.
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