Thursday, April 09, 2015

A Sip of Brandy






















The little man
to whom credit
had been given,
now not worth
what he owes,
grows old,
swims
amid a
flotsam of
mistakes
organized
in shrines
of souveniers and
pictures that
cover the tables.
When the house
he does not own
is empty,
someone will ask
why was he here?

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