Salmon and rose flirt with morning dew.
You rise, head hung low, in this,
The heavy sun of May.
Each tuft of pink sensuality
Littered by the scurrying ants.
Noon peaks with the screaming sun.
You unfurl your perfumed fist.
For this you will die.
Todays best new poem was written by Erica Scarpa.
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