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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