San Roman
sad girl,
sad love;
same old
unkempt
memories
of hers.
her eyes
her hair;
both shine,
flat black
exactly
like film.
in this,
in that;
no more-
nor less
forgotten
is she.
stillbirth,
stilllife;
today
the real
tragedy
begins.
Copyright © Greg Easley | Year Posted 2006
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