Into a Zinc White Sink
I fell into a very deep sleep in dark purple Octopi Ink
I watched myself sink, sink, sink into a zinc white sink
My beauty reached out for comfort, care and love
but got stretched by the neck by your gardening glove
As your clippers snipped off the bloom
that once was me
I was set afloat in a glass of Chablis
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This a great little poem (if slightly tragic with a comic edge?) Love the repetition
and rhyme. I’d like have glass of chablis with you.
I love the rhyme and repetition and sensibility of this poem.