3/31/19

For one



Lemon lust
the taste on my tongue
fruitful
sparkled
like diamond dust
star in my sky
the clearest
purest
full-moon night
harmonized

Song unsung
the note
the chords played
unstrung
the out-of-tune
Poetry hung
the word
the rhythm
the thought dismembered

  Lemonade for one...

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