An ode to highwaters

Oh fragile ankles

Your graceful dignity

Are fully on display for all to see 

Whispering winds lick at you

Yet no one else comes out of their mole hills to see

For they neglect to care

With this new ankle pants craze, even they are flouncing around in high waters

From flooding pants to floating dreams

Dreams where perceptive glances fall away 

To ankles, dainty ankles

For all to see. 

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