By Merlin Flower
Heading home
I had a few
cocktails
by a lovely
grand muddy
river. Overwhelmed
with water, I had
an urgent cup of
coffee. They got me
another cup of
blacky black tea.
The lace curtain got curious.
It got into a banter with me.
phases, it said
life has phases.
let it go.
all of them
I got some fried rice
warm from woody
firewood burnt to
smithereens.
