Today,
sunlight …
the colour of champagne
in a clear flute, with orange rind
the crescent of a horizon at sunset…
and all the bubbles rush past
like the liquid were hurtling through the cosmos
trailing constellations in its wake.
Today,
sunlight …
the colour of champagne
in a clear flute, with orange rind
the crescent of a horizon at sunset…
and all the bubbles rush past
like the liquid were hurtling through the cosmos
trailing constellations in its wake.
The Erudite Boeotian 