Romania (december 2009)
lured by bloodcurdling tales
we made full trips out of Transylvania’s castles
and lovely medieval Saxon towns
like Sighiş oara,
where the ‘real Dracula’
(Vlad Ţ epeş ;)
first grew his teeth.
the suspense
made me forget
what Liza did.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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