truly home at last

one morning Idle
ambled across
the border that leaves
kept snug and came

upon Beauty
bathing in a fountain
basin and Idle
knew travels must’ve entered

a warp in hours
that also shuffled
worlds bringing an alien
one to abut Idle’s

homeland lines because
in Idle’s home
frowns and sometimes
highly stiff penalties

as fines came hard
on who’d dare bathe
in a fountain basin
much less allow

the world to look
while sparkling waters
shined up a Beauty
pair of perfect

breasts and Idle
was thoroughly
captivated so heard
no birds in the background

– only reveled in
the fountain’s water
droplets that found
chin and lip and cheek

and Idle smiled
at Beauty who
smiled back and kept
on bathing as Idle

had found at last
a world he’d feel
perfectly comfortable
being idle in.


About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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