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Opera House

I wrote this little poem while sketching the Sydney Opera House for my gift project in Australia.

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walk by the Harbour
and watch sails, adrift
catching the sind, so
one behind the other
three, and then four
curved in foam
cream of the sea
shells from a fickle clam
agape to reveal their 
glistening moist

we are Venus, here
all soft curves
and hand over breast
pretending demure
while eyes dart
upwards to flirt
with the gods

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