The Millennium Issue:
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Duane Locke
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The Moselle Valley
As I close my eyes, my hands reaches towards the Moselle valley,
Its white wine, its wagtails, its nightingales,
Find myself listening to a German band playing waltzes from old Vienna.
A red flowering tree outside my window.
I felt vibrations from her Slavic-Teutonic blonde hair on a yellow pillow.
But then I hear
The ugly sounds from my street,
And know I'm alone.
~Duane Locke
Duane writes, "Currently I have poems in the May-June issue of the print magazine American Poetry Review, and on 200 different websites." Email him.
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This page updated April 23, 2002.