They Flee from Me

by Ralph La Rosa

A Song at Seventy

Where have the sirens flown
who wooed me with their eyes,
seductive songs and sighs
when I roamed all alone?

Enraptured by those raptors,
all with hearts of stone
that wore my flesh to bone,
I hungered for my captors.

They had me on the run,
and I ran down. Time flies,
but I still love their lies—
all lovers lie for fun.



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