A one line poem in response to Kathy Jacob’s prompt

Simple White Sangria

How her flushed skin glowed

as a languid sun-dazed lantern

suffused with turgid thoughts, melting

over lemon-white sangria of that spring afternoon

was far more than a sprout of invitation…

it was the whole party

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