he was a sight for sore eyes
she told me afterwards
a long time since their days
on the Ole Miss campus
when juices ran sweet
and they pledged troth
that's the way she spoke
old testament biblical
like deborah in judges
a woman warrior
you could imagine her
leading troops into battle
he was her longlost lover
long in the tooth all right
but still a mensch
a sight for sore eyes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem