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Our vine shriveled
(I saved it in my scrapbook).
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Youth is a drunkard's grape,
Newspaper clippings burnt to ash:
Festivals in black & white
Cologne & chemical shampoo.
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Scribble it with damp tea leaves
Before it ebbs on southward breeze, but
After graveyard years pronounce the
Verdict onto wistful sweet naiveté.
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All light & half-light
Under the old sun & aching stars:
All shadow & dwindled joy
Between the awning of our innocence.
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We took shelter in mud abodes,
I housed your sunshine pane of glass.
Like wonderland I watched you shrink: a
Toy elephant in my miniature mansion.
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All taro root & milktea,
Coffee smell of sleepless time.
All was mind let loose a bull that
Gored the youthful vine.
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Written by
10/11/17
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