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Eurydice in Romania
by Barry Gifford
Gorgeous Gypsy girl, perhaps
              fifteen or sixteen,
        wrapped in a silver and black
                       striped strapless dress,
                 wearing high heels, big sunglasses,
                     waist-length cobalt hair
                   brushed by the breeze, strolling
          next to the narrow, crumbling highway—
            Is she a prostitute? I think not,
                         just a kid done up on
                                     a boring Sunday afternoon—
                            she could be on a runway in Milan,
                                       strutting for Valentine,
                              instead of parading in the drizzle
                                 on a lonely road
                       through the Carpathian mountains—
                                     I look back, but
                                                 she's disappeared
                                            and I hate that I'll never
                                                     see her again.

--Near Vatra Domei,
1 June 03
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