" MY SPINNING PURPLE FLOWER "

Spinning,
When she heard the dead-bell ringing
She ducked, into spinning pools
Of socialite sisters
Yes, I am a man
And, also her sister singing
Believe no oaths
Nor protestations, of twisted drunken sisters
Your brave ringlets strong
With wholesome hunger,
And so now I sing, come sweet flower
Be not afraid,
Ribbons sometimes,
Flow confusedly....

When my little PURPLE flower
Needs sweet civility,
And friendships
Fine distraction,
I and my sisters
Are here,
Adorned in Mauve
With open arms,
And hearts
Full,
Of Love.....

Tony  Taylor   (Chicago)