A Garden For Three
Near the deep end of evening
watching a blushing sun duck down
behind an eyelid of glittering winks.
I drink a dry German wine,
a Blue Nun I once made love to
in my youth.
I have three friends that I can
confide my heart to.
The sun, the wine, and the Blue Nun
who swims naked for me
in a wine bottle,
that now is a glass tower
of shadows.
By the time I walk down
a crazy path to my house,
those three companions
will have departed
with all of my secrets
sealed once more
in the closed vault of night.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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