Fertility


Hunched over

Her wet tits

Feet all day

In the spray

Fixed in our idle gaze

Stewing in her juices


Some ten-a-penny god behind her

Broken legged

Bold chinned

Impotent


She shoulders

The column alone


I watched while

A pigeon shat

On her head


From the rustling shade

Sketching her on a napkin

Her hum drum glory