I Believe
By Ewan
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I believe
in leaving coins
on the table or the bar,
just in case I pass that way again,
the price of a smile
beside an empty glass.
I believe
a woman can
wear hoops, big enough
to wear as anklets,
in her ears, if her
hair is long at sixty.
I believe
I’ll die happy
on the other side of
the sky with El Dorado’s gold
piled near a rainbow’s
end and a blue bird.
I believe
in true lovers,
outside of celluloid and
wood-pulped pages with
faded ink printed in tear-smeared
lines of deadly prose.
I believe
a shaman can
call ghosts by surnames
out of a cuff-link or a nail cutting
stolen from a corpse
in a lined coffin.
I believe
we’ve talked quite
enough
about me.
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Woah! The wide scope of this
Woah! The wide scope of this poem's theme, within a theme, sent my visuals flying! Love the sixty-yr-old woman and the shaman! Nicely done.
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