lunes, 8 de junio de 2009

Of Hearts & Chance

The moonshine tumbles
Out of swanfeather-colored
Cloudbanks & becomes
A lace glove touching
The furrowed brow
Of a distracted mountain,
A breath of brass, the curve
Of a saxophone, haunts
Red roses in a smoke-filled room,
A red velvet and white satin
Gowned room,
Where a gold-earringed man,
Black tarot card reader,
Turns up the Queen of Hearts.

copyright © 1983-2009 Lorena "Lobita" Wolfman

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