Coin In The Jukebox Poem by Yan Fu Lou
Coin In The Jukebox
A hill – raped and scarred,
Its natural beauty forever marred…
Staring at it I realize,
How easily one meets one’s demise…
Só my love has gone!
She the vixen, I the fox…
But I didn’t run,
I’ll just put another quarter into the jukebox.
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
nearby they are ripping a hill apart for the granite it has, that made me write this poem, just wonder if the title will make sense to many! ! !
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4/24/2024 5:57:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
So spirited a poem emotionally high.