Late Summer ii by Kristina Woodhill that moment during fall's bounty when I search out the neighbor's lazy-eyed blood hound sweet talk him with chunks of raw steak beg him to let me borrow his generous, awesome nose then wander out among our Concord grape vines and inhale like a fool-hardy balloon 09/15/2018 Author's Note: Edit Posted on 09/15/2018 Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/17/18 at 05:25 PM Short but captivating in its rich imagery and humor...nice! Posted by Rob Littler on 09/23/18 at 10:18 AM ...imbibed this tiddlywink thinking of cognac's grace at being born as if by breath, the blowing flowing becomes a push...and that for every push out there had to be a ballooning pull in. my more culinary reaction is to put a dab of peanut butter on your upper lip, just below the nostrils... Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)