Pour A Glass Of Poetry




If I could spin it
get some oxygen in it
would it breath

Would I be able
to smell it’s fragrance
all the scents below
unlocking
surfacing

If I could tip it
would it reveal its flavors
as its density thins

And when I held it
up to the light
would I be able
to get a sense
of its colors
its clarity

Or would I be holding
an empty goblet
filled with air
poured from
an empty bottle

May 4, 2020

Day 28 of 100

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