DROSHKY RIDE
I and my love, one night out for a ride
the droshky driver knowing where to go
in this, the strangest world where love should hide
if one's out with someone they shouldn't know;
the night song from a distant grove of trees
lent cadence to the Clydsdale's clopping shoes
and we were lost in love where no one sees
where we had been since we had left the mews
the passion of our situation rose
til we could feel ****** coming on
but funny about love, it comes and goes,
until there's nothing left, and it's all gone.
And as the sun lit Moscow to the day
she stayed in Russia--I went on my way.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
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