White Wine – Sunday’s #PoetryRewind – #Poetry by @Deeliopunk


poetry by D.e.e.L

they say it’s Spring
yet snow still falls
like Winter

the walk back from the liqour store
is much more spirited

the white wine drys my wet throat

I cough a bit and fall into the sand
laugh a bit as I look out into the ocean
and realize the wine has kicked in

the sewer’s breathe feels like an ocean breeze
air sticky like sand to wet feet

this must be what the poet’s call love
this must be hell
she took the heaven when she left
the bottle of red wine clenched in her clammy hands

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