A Response To His What Did I Do Last Night
You flew through dinner, ate your fill, then . . . (drunk
on a fair amount of wine), happened
onto guests in the lounge and charmed
them, slurring secrets of the
sutras. You spun child-like
through revolving doors,
then fell into
the taxi
with a
smile.
Five words used for this poem: sutras, with, drunk, amount, revolving
for Caren Krutsinger's Mystery Word Find Poetry Contest
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