Thursday, March 16, 2017

Etruscan Valentine

To fashion an image of reality
Is our unrelenting task
You were just getting out of the shower
And a week went past
I used to think of Emerson and Poe
Visiting the cemetery together
But now they don’t have to
When they got off the train
After a long lunch together
Their loved ones for whom they lived
Rushed to meet them I’m sure
You meanwhile looked like an Etruscan
I once knew but then it passed

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