The Flaminian Way
By J.D. Grubb
Record your memory, begin anew;
True, the next full moon heralds mixed feelings;
What can we do, but hope for just one clue
Gesture that rises above vague dealings—
Cupid’s sexual few, consumer Sous,
beating clubs of Claudius, blind daughters—
That love is real, steadies all the reeling
Aches due along the Flaminian Way;
Come day, pray courage to face the plotters . . .
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