So let’s say
we’re centaurs
& in front
we keep a face
a place
to land
if someone’s
looking
while behind
we go for what
we can get
& as for love
& death while
we’re ripe
they run
along for the ride
Laurinda Lind (USA)
First published in Afterthoughts (London, ON, Canada, 1997)
An independent poetry journal. Watch your step.
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