the events of the following poem began to unfold.
My Fancy
Myra Infante ©2010
Not forever but while I expire
I’ll row with you
And break Spanish trundles
As we rally allegiance
I’ll leave you sheathless
As the rain drips on your
Exposed head trickling
Down the scars affixed to your arm
Ruthful I’ll cede god and country
And harvest leftover insecurities
To feed my conceits
Of brine and scrawls
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