Catfish

There is a certain beauty in a woman

That only another woman sees;

And when I see it, it is like

Falling

And it is like

The sound stemware makes when a toast is made

And it is like

Nothing else I know of.

She is perfectly flawed.

She makes me want to throw open a window and lean out, gathering my wits.

She makes me want to close that window and turn around.

She has no idea...

People will say, well, you had your day--

But I didn't.

I was buried underground

Like one of those catfish

All summer long.

There is a certain beauty in a woman

That only another woman sees;

And when I see it, it is like

Falling

And it is like

A shift in my heart

And it is like

Nothing else I know of,

Except perhaps rain

When the season has been long, and dry, and the summer is long since gone.

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