On the first day, of the rest of my life

the wind makes a sound I’ve heard before

whistling through glass bottle, emptied of water

reminds me of creating tunes, by blowing on the cusp

laughing in the sun, the taste of licorice on my lips

0 Replies to “Anise”

  1. Simple, yet packed with vivid imagery… But, that’s one of your best qualities when writing.

    “reminds me of creating tunes, by blowing on the cusp

    laughing in the sun, the taste of licorice on my lips”

    This is a solid ending, Candice.

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