| Poem by Frank N. Potter |
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To A Powers Model by Frank N. Potter Intangible, thy charms, my maid, However purposely displayed. Twice now, you have learned to walk And, although speaking, learned to talk. So nonchalantly you assume Your pretty postures in a room. You enter with perfected poise. Your steps are rythm, never noise. How now, my customed-fashioned queen? Your orchids make the limousine. Your sweaters taunt on tennis courts. The motorboat sets off your shorts. But who am I to doubt your guile, Your practiced all-too-perfect smile, Your darling devil, when you can Personify the dreams of man? Reprint from: Frank N. Potter; 1981 |