The One Night
In a new place in old clothes
along winding canals,
you are twenty again, in Amsterdam
with sunshine hair and spirit
still cocksure. Not steering
this dark ship through
Friday, being the one night
you should never.
Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2007
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