Valsa George Woman Poems

She leaned on her stick like the Tower of Pisa
Her bones, porous and brittle, might break any day
She is all alone, her husband dead and gone
Her only son, years before, shot down by a gun
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As I beheld a flower of rare beauty
In the silence choked heart of wilderness
The facsimile of a pretty woman came alive
From the coagulated heap of images
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Man - delusive
Woman, elusive
He feigns what he is not.
She fails to see what she is.
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