Saturday, March 9, 2013

FATE CONCERNS ME




FATE CONCERNS ME

as do those tall

blue eyes


I first thought gray,

and


occasionally

me,

resigned mostly

now

as vermouth must

with all that ice

ginned,

afternoon-

autumned.


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