poetry is just clarity in textual form

She plays castanets—
She works without a net...
...I like her better when she walks away.

She turns me on like a pickup truck...
...I like her better when she walks away.

I like the sun shining through her dress...
...I like her better when she walks away.

I like her hair in a tangled mess...
...I like her better when she walks away...

(taken from "Castanets," written by Alejandro Escovedo, performed (and damned well, thank you) by Reckless Kelly on the CD Reckless Kelly Was Here)
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