Face Down in History

Then the gypsies abandoned their camp

and the stars sank down to candles.

All I could see was what could be

surmised from circumstance,

a dancing bear with a head scarf

and gold earring climbing into a cab.

I was never so young again.

The banished Polish princess

who shared her orange

spit the seeds out on the floor.

She said rule number one was simple,

like the valley between her breasts.

There was no rule number two.

 

 

 

 

Howie
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