The decades are colour coded
Bookended by upheaval and
Focused by time. Parsed
Perspectives make
Existence elide
The last one is green
Synaesthesia's failure
Is brevity's gain
Call it a volume - shelved
Before time, libations
Forgotten - drowned
In water and wine
I'll raise a beaker to all that
ReplyDeleteHappy days!
ReplyDeleteSuperb poem Stuart - I'll drink to that!
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