You’ve taken me out to the river for a picnic and I can’t resist trying to get your attention with a dangle, then a dangle and drop. You’re drawn to the stripes in my white stockings and the contradiction they make with my black sandals. Then as we watch the sunset together I dangle for you one last time before the drive home where my feet find their way into the window for the air to blow across them as you drive us home.

You’ve taken me out to the river for a picnic and I can’t resist trying to get your attention with a dangle, then a dangle and drop. You’re drawn to the stripes in my white stockings and the contradiction they make with my black sandals. Then as we watch the sunset together I dangle for you one last time before the drive home where my feet find their way into the window for the air to blow across them as you drive us home.