They are harmless escapism,
those racy poems; escapism,
certainly; harmless, hopefully,
just a little pocket universe
away from this benighted world
where inhumanity rules. Or
so I hope, but who am I
to say what is harmless,
I whose heart beats faster
when I open these those
little poetic gates into
that pocket cosmos.
11.06.2024
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