In a samba house party Linda meets the man she left
Years ago——stalwart, tanned face with feminine eyes;
His charming smiles work to conceal a heart bereft
But his feminine eyes have betrayed his lies.
They dance around the house in a choo-choo train
As if 1994 never happened... until the music calms...
Linda has moved on but to him Linda's scent will remain
The sweetest breeze under the Brazilian palms.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
"Linda"
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