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Trippindary

by Anne Di Baguette


Now the weaver bends the pull


With trippindary lights


And flickers out to taunt this fool


A push from various heights


 



One can rare recall the time


When breathing came as natural


I suck your offered salted lime


A minute to encapsule


 



To turn your water into wine


My ludicrous endeavor


Fill up this empty glass of mine


With bittersweet forever

03/16/2003

Posted on 12/01/2017
Copyright © 2022 Anne Di Baguette

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