Thursday, December 13, 2018

Poem as Christmas Approaches


Where are the intellectuals
who sat on their torn sofas
drinking vodka in their loafers?
Four daughters,
waiting for their fathers
as arguments and wine
and no one thought of the time
when nothing
would ever rhyme again.

copyright 2018 Dec. 12

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