The wine, decanted,
with amber temper:
even with a twist of lemon,
still left a taste of timber.
A shout of carefree pleasure
or just hair-of-the-dog,
it had the wings to chase me
around in the fog.
(an exercise to a Jigsaw Poem Challenge from Poets Who Blog)
Thursday, August 7, 2008
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