I have aged but not like a bottle of wine
Mar 18, 2022
Such ample life, such miserly rhyme;
and I have aged but not like a bottle of wine.
Somewhat austere, somewhat treacly.
Might I also be a bore?
Endless strife, I’ve committed my crime;
conceal in heart, articulate by my mind.
opaque smear, without novelty.
Obtrude once more.
Unmoored am I? coexist with time.
inextricably naked; alas, I am the anthocyanin.
In constant translucent to the sovereignty.
Find me here, undecorated by metaphor.
