Tag: wine

Dry

Bugger off to those soda syphons
claiming in January sainthood -
un-settlers of our sense of right
with their smug month-long cast
of sober teases off whipped rods -
with their dry false flies as bait -
those anglers now spreading
their dull-witted winter diseases
of no more indulgences -
drowning . . .

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