We should meet old lovers with whom to speak truth to lie, those
Old enough to wear the gifted scarves as if elements of a battledress.
They’d be measures of how far the apple has fallen from the tree,
They’d be people, ironites would address to with clarity, always,
Always in a state of bad mood and always on their guard.
We get instead the paid approximation and illegal exchanges, and
Now I see how Jewish boys can be like Las Vegas for Russian girls.
I am not talking about the money nor the short thrill of a gamble.
I say this because of the shining smile which tells how
A crooked love story stays where it won’t be forgotten.
Image credit : Steven Stahlberg