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2006
the colours fade.
the marmalade
is bitter. the rind overpowering
the sweet-sour fruit and sugars
that were to be there on the spoon.
another puzzle, puddled in mud and blood
and memory.
ah, memory.
I knew that, before,
when the wood of the floor
held more texture for my feet to feel
and walking barefoot was a blessing.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Explaining the Tags
You will note, gentle reader, that all works under this blog now display "tags" to help classify and assign the works for your review and enjoyment.
These largely fall into 4 categories:
Year of writing, e.g. "1999"
Book published in, e.g. "from an unexpected quarter"
Inspiring muse, e.g. "Aubergine"
Genre, e.g. "erotica"
We are still in the process of cleaning up the tags, so please bear with us. Yes, some muses are classified under more than one tag, some poems appear in more than one book, or not yet in any volume, and some years are...hazy.
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