Octagon Free Art Publications
poetry by Matthew Jablonski
Monday, November 29, 2010
Cold Gin
Cold gin in a humid
backyard, the hum
of air conditioners
and birdsong. The cats
lie lazily in shady spots.
The neighbors dogs
bark themselves hoarse.
And then, just briefly,
a breeze, like cold gin.
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