her kind (of nest)

little bitty bump on witty nerve ends
damaging to pundit wince
still fritter away damsels
dimlit near the water
white with parts to spare
the arts a fair distance from
pacing across space her kind of nest
her best shot body caught
in braids removed from
clothes and bother
when it's time to go away
she moves her bench to park
failing to seem prepared a wall
to wash still stark is any day now
obvious untoned and zone proof
happiness unlatched from center field
and brothed amounts to places left on hold
amid the rumored haute is what it seems