Naked Lady Near the Metal Shed

Naked Lady Near the Metal Shed (see in Gallery / Store) | Image by Bruce Harris

Imagine my surprise, you standing so proudly in the breeze at the side of the house. I almost didn’t see you. Weeds are everywhere. Our neighbor’s twisted, knee-high, wire fence tangled in the tall grass and trees dividing theirs from ours. You couldn’t have propositioned me from the woods. It had to be next to the shed, work just on the other side of your perfect limbs, where I’ll find the simple machines to knock against hard ground and daydream about where you might have come from. About why you insisted upon being seen.