Sunday, September 20, 2015

Short Poems #5-6

This Vine

I rain, I shine.
This vein, this vine,
I feed, I wine,
in vain, in vain.



Water for the lady,
flavored for gourmands.  To
freedom for the slaves, their
sodium graves.

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