by Amy Wofford Fraffraf (when her nome de plume was still Salt Creek)
They are such flirts - so coy and cold,
displaying to our glassy eyes
mirrored hist’ries, backward told.
They borrow requisite surprise
from future built by axiom.
Their farewell whisperings and winks
supply the questions that will come
to answer, “Did you really think…?”
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
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