Fragonard Poem by jackilton peachum

Fragonard,

(L'escarpolette)

Ah,
give me one French afternoon.
thick foliage, laughter in a leafy arboretum--

costumed damsel on a swing,
pliant lover disappeared in landcape
and grinning fellow looking up--

this trio,
and poised in daubs
my lady's slipper

nimbus floating free,
adrift in painted sky, not falling--
shoe-heel tilting heavenward

well, the manon the ground, plainly,
the damse's skirt's afly--
and-- meanwhile--- shapely stockin'd foot--

what I want to know:
does he catch the thing!