The Fifth

South (so soft, that word)
of the river, the fifth
is a bottle of consolation

North (so hard that R)
today sun scatters
blue shadows on banks of snow
that ended the fifth
sad excuse for Spring

oh, we groan
under this white wait
no, endure
this fifth disappoint
meant to be flowers

This fifth we wish
we could drink
but cannot.

Bottom’s up!

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A(d) verse complaint

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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