Destroy my parasol.
The shade doesn’t
Strike me
Like it once did.
Perform the pirouette
Upon my serving dish
I don’t feel like I
Can say
What I once fed.
Turn my wheel and hoist the sails
Remake my path, poinsettia friend.
A fateful glance, or
Long weekend.
The single drop
Withholding pales
To carry-out
A thoughtful spritz.
The painful touch
Expressionless,
Keep-on my merry way.
I doesn’t hold me
Like it once did.
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