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Bohemians
when midnight comes we gather 'round
this doleful bowl and scarce is sound of hushed voice low on light striped grass. what we've made here are friends at last, and with each puff life gains its sense; exhale high in recompense. at peace we part as birds arrive (night's denouement, in part contrived) premiering songs to usher out these tired thoughts that flit about of la boheme and how we are compared to it: my beat-up car. lucky, we, that comfort reigns in bourgeois homes through window panes. © 2013 Nicholas Emeigh |
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Notes: This poem was originally published to the web on January 29, 2007.
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