Fair And Square
i was there for
a tour
enjoying the place
taking notes
and buying some stuff
she was there
looking for work
an opening
holding on to her
last money
but i do not really think that
i am lucky
it's all fair.
and i do not have to tell her
what despair
am i in
perhaps mine is bigger.
i can tell it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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