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Back of you lies youth, ahead the briars surround
A man’s free to marry her once he flees his tomb
From day’s first end to cloudy impasse under stars
You walk in, shadows fall, water rises, you swim
Lake Pontchartrain, you make it with her on the shore
Where once were auctions, flesh sold now by the pound
(3 September 2013)
copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander
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