The touch of fading cologne
from a cracked, plastic rose;
The only sign of reverence
to some glorious flamenco past
non existent in our current
outcrop ancestry

2 Comments

  1. this & the following poems address life’s heart and are gorgeous blood. ed mycue

  2. Sorry I missed your comment on this Ed. Thank you so much! It was great getting feedback on this as well.


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