Traces of TrioA Poem by CrowleyA bevvy of shortiesPlaying Misty She was a precious vapor trail Too light to love completely But I did, evenly and without remorse
Acting on insider information I ate whatever was left of your tortured life And created fields of violent red poppies
In aspen the women shop in furs And curse the tourists face While pocketing their blood, sweat and tears © 2018 CrowleyAuthor's Note
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