Afternoon Spins

into fluff easy
as sugar
dumb as cotton

skirts on a line
airing out old
dryer days
dampness pulled

says he saw her
in a dream once

in glancing sips
flitting breeze
and sun
twirling her hair

claims he loves it
long and straight

his dipody do
eyes curling up
her toes
asking the time

sliding his hand
into hers
for stringing

lint or melting