Interesting poem, Grassy, with an interesting format. I like the six days
like the six days of creation and the scent of violets. I am not sure if I
understand the end.
It certainly is a refreshing attempt at something completely different.
I'll have to think this one over some more.
kol tuv, Ryfkah
In a message dated 8/4/01 2:21:35 PM, [log in to unmask] writes:
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The Angel of the Bottle
I found the plastic bottle
which you filled last week
in your jumbled bag.
When I opened it,
the water stank of something.
Only six days and the water's rotten.
The Angel said Yes but
it looks fine. That's the danger
with water. I tried to tell you.
The world is a place of
deceptions floating on
stale water. You need fresh air.
I poured away the stagnant liquid
The cleansing cold tap streamed and
bubbled till the stench disappeared.
The Angel inclined his head
humming, the scent of
violets in his span.
You put the plastic bottle
into your jumbled bag.
Next week I will find it. >>
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