Florence’s Gypsies
long skirts and wandering eyes
chasing after it prey likes flies
a cup In hand
and a planned procedure
Kisses in exchange for money
funny how far they’d go for a euro or two
you got no clue
whether it’s all an act of greed
or a need to feed their families
your pocket is their target
among them is an argot
secret communication through the eyes
a different disguise
every single day
and they might act friendly
but you’re wallet is their only interest
never trust their words
for it’s all a trap
they go and leave like birds
from one place to another
both with different faces
and unstable traces
One response to “Florence Gypsies”
Malak
I like your poem. I like that you took the time to observe and experience the country you were traveling in. Part of traveling is reflecting and learning about the people you interact with. It is great that you recognize in your poem that you don’t know everything about these people “an act of greed or a need.”