Word Cocktails

Silkily sweet

Bracingly bitter

Balanced


Nuanced enough

To leave us searching

Etheric echos


Or in-your-face bold

Curt

Exactitude


These drinks-for-eyes

That let us cry

And not know why…


If ever you fold the world

And don’t line-up poems with cocktails

You’ve done it wrong



.pete rezac

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