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Source: Where Have They Gone, poem 2

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Source: Where Have They Gone, poem 1

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Source: Loss…..Alla Helgons Dag, All Saints Day, a poem in a prose shroud

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I was your gypsy

The one everyone knew

The boundless rogue

The patented thief

Your medicine in the night

The unholy cure

For your incurable disease

We both had our warnings

Our red danger signs

But we fell to each others beds

As if by design

Now I look in my empty suitcase

And I see that there’s not much left

The sweater of gauze

A button or two

And all the poems I never read

But where did you go

On your sleepless nights

When the Paris Theater

Was closed

Did you dance for the men

Who would hold your breath

As you slowly take off your clothes

Is there room in your life

For a gypsy

Is there room in your life

For a thief

Or will you dive headfirst

To the Columbia River

To offer your soul its relief.

But which of us

Truly knows better

The gypsy, the poet, or you

Should I ask

The fortune teller

I saw her whisper to you

Will you take your secrets

With you

Your laughter your deceit

Will I see my final disgrace

When you leave your clothes

On the street

Is there room in your life

For a gypsy

Is there room in your life

For a thief

Or will you dive headfirst

Into the Columbia River

To offer your soul its relief.

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