“I am a Roving Gambler, How do you do?”1 And the blue guy is gonna pop out from behind a car Cause Mwani says ‘you’re the chosen one’ This morning turning on Grand from Calamus Avenue Three butterflies danced by the metal poles on the bridge. The ones I used to walk along gripping the chain link Till my ankles buckled. Scared that the … Continue reading Two Poems by Deirdre Flood