Non-Erotic Poetryemigration i strove against the stream of foreign faces
each face a token sail
above the sidewalk
i swear that on that day
i was sober and sane
but a face
from an abandoned sea
would
again and again
look at me
i'd try to resist then
i'd turn around and catch up
with the familiar boat
each time
i wouldn't know the captain
wlodzimierz holsztynski ©
1988-1995
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