I met a stranger.
His anecdotes
Thro' sepia filter
I can't place.
Alone on a cliff
of Trieste/Cargèse,
Staring at the sea
Before/after she left;
Punch-drunk,
Unsteady
Rising for next round
For bloody fight's sake.
"I was there
With you."
"Get lost!
Those eyes ain't mine."
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