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Arlu dreamed of unchanging shores, of the land where love settled, stayed for a lifetime. She said she had a poet’s truth tied, tucked and saved. I told her poets lie, that they lie with candor. She pulled on her beer, watched the dancing couples as the blues song thrummed through us all and I watched her hair slide across her cheek, saw the desire for love struggle to surface, saw the desire to be loved still haunting a ripe heart. We got up and danced, each lost in our hope, our private desire. |
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05/18/96 © 1996 |
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