Friday, August 5, 2011


What do you care about?
The daily mirage, the night sky?
Who saves you from all the death
you thought you could fool
and spared you only inexplicably?
Then there is my olive-skin gypsy
and our half century love affair,
how do you have such luck
after so many suicidal
tests that never took
root . . . lucky for you
you were that hungry to live

(5 August 2011)

copyright 2011 by Floyce Alexander

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