Dribbling A Daiquiri

 

Dribbling a daiquiri down the hallway

Looking for a homeless man in the laundry,

Strawberries spitting pure lime juice

Some speeding past sixty braking wild,

What’s the use, with all the rear view mirrors

Reflecting different views conflicting

With the image viewed in the windshield,

Writing words that whither before the ink

Has dried and nobody told us that all

The philosophers have died.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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