Fate

ambushed ~
the rearing stallion
muscled; shining chrome,
takes her breath away;
leaves her
reduced to
stone
and clinging, shredded fabric

his knowing eyes
cross her mind, briefly ~
laughter lines, framing Blue;
while blood-red pumps
barely twitch

in
the
slowly
growing
blood-red rivulet.

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… based on the poem Escapade

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she had forgotten
her heart
on the windowsill
next to the crumpled
paper bag
that held a notebook
and his love.

as the light
turned red
she quickened her pace,
ran unperturbed fingers
through her faltering hair
and became
one
of the city’s
many faces.

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… based on the poem Escapade

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(written by Vincenzo Francesco in response to the poem Escapade)

tried beyond strength
her pace now waning
gusts of wind
promising freedom

she averted the crowd
slipped out of time
into her timemachine
to recollect her thoughts

her small-town heart
torn in two
longing for what
seemed to elude her

the feigned kisses
the habitual lies
her eggshell existence
what did it all matter?

stung by the poison
of her own regrets
her own reproaches
her outright rebellion

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thank you very much, Vincenzo… wonderful work!

Cold

the walk of shame
drowns
in morning coffee;
Sweet’n Low
without sustenance
(self-esteem)

she whispers,
“I will extend the trip –
just one more day.”
into her husband’s static ear.

as the phone line dies
in her trembling fingers
she wonders
about the sudden
drop
in temperature.

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…. based on the poem Escapade