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Alfredo (Free verse) by Caducus

Shadows brought heels to a calomine ghost wailing on linoleum for a stranger to leave. Heels brought soft voices and hands that held needles, the stranger wept quietly whispering ‘Papa’. Sleep brought a dream to the calomine ghost he was nineteen and golden making love in a vineyard whispering ‘Francesca’. Dreams left a stranger smiling on linoleum. He heard his Papa as he slept uttering ‘Francesca’, and the stranger left as his son: ‘Alfredo’

nypoet22 18-Aug-07/10:40 PM
I'm guessing this is a WWII poem, but that's just a guess. This feels like an incomplete story. As such, it's okay to force your readers to infer some things, but I would like some more sensory detail to give a better clue as to the identities of the participants.




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