Sleep sweet September The day to not remember Just one night and a covert smile Watching bottles sway across the tile Drive it down Assent it to flame Wait for the finale To come and claim Eyes turn glassy Fingers grow numb All the while we’re watching… Amused what to become Swallow down the broken Shot down the sting When abstemious I’ll recognize You were merely lying
I like geography best because mountains & rivers know the secret: Pay no attention to boundaries.