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Tag: Scotland
Not Yet Tasted
To My Love/Yet to Be Tasted This street—ours—gray, blockaded with scaffold, It is our street today. Out the close bistro window white candle, pewter stand, sandy joug of water Edinburgh—ours to visit and to possess concurrent Life and candle together Juliet balcony and chimney pot International needs, wants, clashing Crashing as waves against seagull trying… Continue reading Not Yet Tasted
AWAY
Morning wishing away time sprawling longing tartan pipes rising ghostly cold glens at thirty thousand feet remedies running late want ad text frozen lips canned food a stiff two blocks away drawn ruddy by foreign language as any Oscar-winning film Coffee cures the need quite nicely my last dollar… Continue reading AWAY
