tasting prism

by ellipsis

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-08-18 07:24:00

Parent message is 503097
this ancient taste
buds in vibration
or ceases to cool, melt
into form, for season
is not autumn but is
fall taken for
granted; and gliding in
paths in shades of auburn
is an angle skewed your
pursed lips tight
that mumble, for change in
longing, that budding
i’ve yet
forgotten to taste.