Empty bottles, on shelves
hold ships, unable
to travel from sea to shining sea.
Empty bottles becomes
empty with sip
after sip
of Riesling,
which has traveled from
my lips, around my tongue
and through my
knees. You walk
in front of me
but i'm much farther
ahead. Waiting
on the bed, i can't
remember
how i got there
all i know is Time
stopped the moment
the shipped moved.
forward. An ellipses
takes pause in
words, unbeknownst
of their meaning.
And, when the ship returns
to one shore. I'll
have grown old.
white hair,
like my father,
like my mother, dying
to go back to moving
forward...
without words.
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