Daily poem, 2 april

Dangling saw
an hourglass tooth
The dark drink on the table
She reaches a finger
but it doesn’t come

It smells of leopard
and ancient snow
and she goes,
shutting that door.


Note: Daily poems is a project for National Poetry Month. I’ll write one each day and post it (likely the following day). All content, as always, is ©Lizbon and may not be reprinted/reposted anywhere without express permission.

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