Tess Kincaid still at Willow Manor somewhere in Ohio views standing stones:
The taste is new;
a mellow concoction
of innocence and corruption,
without a sell-by date.
I keep coming back,
like the tongue finds a change
in the mouth; a chipped tooth,
compelling imperfection.
I contradict myself;
conjure burnt offerings
to distract from the foreign,
strum a long melody on a bone comb.
It is still there.
Stubborn and marvelous, circular;
reminding me, like drunken chessmen,
to remain true to my lips.
Tess Kincaid: Stonehenge poets pen | |
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