Ernest Hemingway
Yesterday I met them,
-a simple incident
-they had a ‘Garage Sale'
As always I searched for
-the books, arts, glassware
-as well as chinaware
Saw few Russian books
-so spoke in the same language
-they were Jews and Russians
The books are nothing but
-virgins and left untouched
-therefore why?
Among them Hemingway's
-"True at first light"
-and Monroe's, and others'
-I purchased six of them, two dollars
-Two champagne glasses for free
-can't gather the logos and markings
In the car and later…
-reading parts of each book
-I thought if I might, could
-be any of writers
I cannot…
Things have changed
-there is no second war
-matador is no more a hero
-jungles are emptied of prey…
How can I find any footstep?
-not even the Monroe's
- (where I went and I saw!)
-no Russian escapes the Soviet Union
-shah no more, officer won't commit suicide
-if ever I try to copy, will be crow copying partridge
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