AUGUST 1953
Two poets talk during the night
for the women they loved
who are so far away now;
lost.
The first one hurts
since he knows that she left him
for a lawyer.
The second poet never learned
who the other man was —
sometimes he makes some imaginary comparisons,
other times he believes the other man didn’t exist —
yet he hurts too.
They both know that
writing poetry
they might get revenge.
Ah, writing poetry…
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