Friday, May 28, 2010

Aftertaste (a poem)

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Sipping red
wine
by the
window

a crimson
cardinal
slings water
from
a limb

Gazing up
to the
black-woven
sky
―the glum
paradise
stares back
as he flaps
his wings to flight

No tears
No farewell

Just chill
—sour on the breath

                                                                      © brooke
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3 comments:

  1. Well this had a great start..drinking by the window! Then kinda headed to a POE place.

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  2. yep
    I love him but he just wasn't very sunny!

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