alfie lee writing

Street opera

They intone
in tongues
i do not have.
I'm bored. I'm

that lady cannot stay
with that man.
An impasse

pitched in
cymbals, face paint,
piety. My

mother stands
struck by
It's fate,

she says.
These two
will meet
in another life

one day.
I make
a tune of it
and wait.


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