After playing with the kids
the guessing game
of making short sentences
based on the acronyms
of car license plates I saw
through the open window
a glimpse of her forearm
in the driver's seat.
Judging by the sight of it
She's built like a small
bricklayer a hint I get
from her open ended truck.
She has a love tattooed
on her soft fleshy triceps.
A Greek theatrical mask
of a buoyant female.
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