Saturday, March 26, 2011

Day 220, truth and gypsies


It shimmies and undulates
a bellydance of fact and common sense
jangling coins that jingle
seductively, chanting
but it will not stay for long
it is always a gypsy soul
it does not lie but moves along
and leaves one musing on
its existence, ever following its
perfumed trail of certainty
ever unsure just where that might be.

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