The street corner
collects secrets
in the red-eyed dark
She senses them behind the wink
of a dark-browed teenager who tempts her to venture
unobtrusively into the park then embraces,
in a rush her ripe bosom,
the feather-flutter
of her female heart. Eyelids like shutters
concealing their chastity, she is nervously overcome
with giggles until a Chinese whisper
of those second-hand stories, replays in her mind.
Published in Acumen.
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