Thursday, August 11, 2005
sublime on the rocks
conspicuously alone
in this bar where everyone knows my name
i stare at the squeezed out lime that's
slowly slipped between ice cubes
finally coming to rest
at the bottom of my glass of seltzer
expelled of its juices hours ago
like me, it's been through one drink too many
yet it hangs on
not yet without flavor
still able to play a part
even though there's no hope
of going back in time
it can never be fresh,
part of that whole again.
--agp. august 2005
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