The Monkey And The Woman

 
 The Monkey And The Woman
The monkey and the woman


Smoke swirling,
out of burnt nostrils.
Clouds exhaled,
out of female lungs.
Looks(better than a poodle).
Not young or old not bad.
Between drinks,carrying a purse.
Walking to her next rendevous.
The woman of Flagstaff,
dismissed the monkey.
No love for you.
But no way am I sad.
The part I am missing,
is still somewhere in my future.

Charles Robert Hice

Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice