Stewing Nostalgic

creativity, life, poetry, writing 9 comments

We devour old times –
two clouded,
broken-eyed,
cat and dog –
fishing sacred out of
vast champagne night.

I may linger,
eat air,
an ocean –
that delicious thing –
fool to heal
this moist open throb
& it must work.

(My Friday muse is online magnetic poetry.)

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