- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Storm breath
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We happily laughed on the beach--
yes, Gypsy woman, tell us our future.
Remember? She had the queen of hearts
next to the king of spades, when the wind
had blown them apart.
Over years, the wars away on and off and on,
and our fortunes at work up and down, and
our wagon with four kids and a dog
and two cats, moving every three years
to another city,
I held my breath remembering
the warm Gypsy woman
and the cold wind.
wlodzimierz holsztynski ©
1995-03-19/20
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