s./j. goldner - Gypsy St.

city to suburb
suburb to city to country.

plucking an iris,
she exchanges it for a hyacinth;

a second guess
for a
second doubt

And all these colors refract gray
in her Indian summer shades:
The greens, blues & autumns

honeysuckled
Queen Anne’s lace.

scheming to herself circumventing
the globe

but funny,
she can’t climb out of this place—

transfer second
to first
person

I live at the corner of Gypsy street
and the apocalypse of the universe.

s./j. goldner

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