Myrna Caldberg
With seasoned amazement, you walk along the sand
Myrna Caldberg left her mark on your mystery angles, oh yes,
Her and Jeff left you for good on their plane ride to Egypt,
Cairo, where my Yolanda waits for me
You said, your sloping brown arms sparkling in the sun with
Whiter palms; you told me of my unknown love when we were
Palm-palm, told me I could never be yours
Because Yolanda is mine,
Unseen, unmet, and incomprensible,
Though the plane tickets are gone,
Leaving us on the beach
Entangled in desire.
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