Awash in winter golden glam desperate
to rekindle the abandon of the roaring
twenties, an age I thought dismissed
only to return there decades later
seeking to quell my heart’s quest
venturing via makeshift speakeasy.
my hedonistic virgin entourage leads,
their pleasures promise a presence
that has long since promenaded past.
Enters the wild, frolicking Zelda who glides
frenetically into varied spheres of orbit
deeply succumbing to her spirited influence—
squinting to find the darting firefly,
I stand on the penumbra of Gatsby’s dream.
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