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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3798 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Ghosts Emusing (Lois P. Jones) The streets of Buda do not lie. and so You read them as you would read some truth or some favored Rilke line and there, in the closing light of dusk violet and still, you memorize the face of a real life. Life as a gypsy with memories pasted on every corner like an old poster for a Bartók concert Where are they now these sacred ghosts? You have kissed their absence countless times breathless, you wait beneath the streetlamps; wondering why your eyes fail you and how these concrete walls of Occidental life have kept your secret for so long |
