Poem -
HAPPY + NEW
she sat aloft
and drank her thoughts
her only self
a stretched out brain
she sang it to the crystal glass,
a tambourine of broken past
and echo'd back in...
not good voice,
the too loud sounds
of teary smiles
a music chain to
no ones gain
just
apple cider
memory pain
M P 1/1/22
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