Marek Lugowski | A Saint Valentine Rememberance for the French and Indian Girls

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a s a i n t v a l e n t i n e r e m e m b e r a n c e f o r t h e f r e n c h a n d i n d i a n g i r l s

--- M A R E K L U G O W S K I


each girl has an en face face
and these face on faces are blending
sending memories to wash up and over the top
on my strand -- as if swarming
candy-fed zoo gibbons through the wires
anonymous in one lump sum to us yet each lovingly
identifiable to their ponytailed blonde keeper

i do not know where this song is going
but i am going where the orange sun is going

yes under its nameplate shield
the field tomb of the unknown number
it says there longingly questingly -- ouest
a word i picked up near toronto near montreal
near ottawa -- and never ever let go.