Three poems

  In Praise of Easy Days   We loved ourselves when we were young. You seemed urbane and so well hung.   You liked the little scarves I wore and when we danced across the floor   you held me tight. I watched your eyes for you were hot and worldly-wise:   you knew some tricks which I did not but I was quick and learned a lot.       Aimez vous Chekhov?   Leaving a film of The Duel, we link arms and talk about the Russian author, what he meant to us years ago.   Back then,…

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