The White Ship (50) Poem by David McLansky

The White Ship (50)



(50) Negotiations


“A banker does not grant a loan
By such a swift election,
And sixty years is quite long term
To lease without inspection.”

“And though your eyes are silver green
And your lips are cherry plums,
And though your curls do softly sheen,
I will not rash succumb.”

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