Surprise me, surprise.
Let your words be -
The flight of cranes
Ready for spring.
Let them not fall, but meander,
Enlight hidden alleys.
As the fishes eyes bulge,
And the pianist schemes,
Cognac drops come alive
As "Corpuscles" of Dali.
For I yearn for fresh thought,
It's my "Basket of Bread".
Senses rested, yet mind on the master.
Waitress coughs, night is here.
Chopin's music says "end".
Seaside beehive drones on,
Thick on luster.
First taste of cognac
© Copyright: Athena, 2004
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