PRIMA DONNA
PORT-AU-PRINCE
This savior shall drive a jalopy :
an old Buick in bad candy-red;
a Chevy, down on its springs;
that old Studebaker your uncle
never wanted. Fuzzy dice, maybe,
hanging from a mirror like the
savior, hanging from a wooden
cross. There are always these
things which overlap : blink and
you miss them, and they're gone.
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