I am lashed to the mast of a galley called Time
on a slow summer cruise that got way out of line
Tag Archives: couplets
#30 (brine and dine)
I asked for salt
you gave me brine
you asked, “How much?”
I said, “That’s fine.”
my mouth was wet
but now it’s dry
now that my eyes
again are mine
I look around
and—oh, surprise—
see other places
I can find
far richer food
on which to dine