olive

the smooth muscular cord
in olive hues, a great
heaving pull of which would
draw back her lip with such
grand presentation
to feature such a magnificant sneer,
had that morning
begun to tremble like
matchstick legs
a fearful black chihuahua,
or like the jerking dance
of half a squirrel
run into the asphalt.

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I haven't written or meditated in a while.  This morning, when I finally meditated, I finally knew what to write - and just goes to show that the two are so closely linked.