Unfulfilled.
Give me
a lake
of red wine
so I can
drink until
full, or
till I see
if it’s true
that
blind, yet
edible
fishes
swim near
the bottom,
which is
made slushy
by unfermented
grapes
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Thursday, August 23, 2007
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