GIN'S COMPANIONSHIP
Gin's pincers
Held his hand
Steady enough
For him to grip
The litter her lips
Scattered on
His wheelchair.
Alone in his double locked room,
He hoped there was
No way out, for if
He went outside
He would find her,
Her high cheek bonds
Being kissed
By old bells and young men.
- Duane Locke
to Duane
to Moongate
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painting by Edy Lou Benjamin
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