Apology to WCW by Jon-Jacob F Dealnot much depended
upon
the red wheel
barrow
Portland's rain was
more
puddle than glaze
and
the chickens weren't
white.
But the scene recalled
When I first realized
You were right
And my subsequent embarrassment
Thinking on a younger me
Who fancied himself
A poet
For fermenting sour grapes
Into bitter w(h)ine
Yet mistook for idiocy
Your potent distillation
Even as a decade later
I was drunk.
02/07/2015 Posted on 02/07/2015 Copyright © 2024 Jon-Jacob F Deal
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