Channeling

Maybe it’s the kissing

Poster Poems

A Month of Fundays

Slow As Molasses Press

Stephen C. Rose

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Once I stayed a few buildings

from where

Keats did by the Spanish Steps

waiting to die

I miss Rome now

How could he write so

in such pain

and ravish me so

now

It’s his immediacy

Or maybe it’s the kissing

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