Wanda, the gypsy

Photography by Davit Kleinert

    I wander beyond white cypress trees

    wallowed in dust of wild pollen

I whistle words warbling wonky tune

In my wash bowl, the sun leans

on this gypsy woman -

     wooed by wishbone flowers

     whose wagon bears wheat & whey

     & some wine & whiskey too -

I walk waist deep to find a field 

of white lilies & wax begonias

Whatever will come, I welcome (except werewolves)

    Windward, my wheels turn west then east-

    My heart, a wanderlust


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