Corks and Caps

I might read a book
With a glass of sour
Grapes or more fresh
Squeezed lemonade

Or write about this
Dark Belgian foam
I could cut and eat
With a knife and fork

Poured out of pity
That’s as attractive
As a last call from
Kitchen wallpaper

That keeps glassy
Eyes and a pen busy
With something till
Everything slowly

Glows to mornings
Collected like corks
And bottle caps that
Like to be immortalized

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