"Bring in the bottled lightning, a clean tumbler, and a corkscrew."
The Gentleman in the Small-Clothes.
yeah, isn't this a great poem! sometimes when i tire of poetry (when and why is that?), a poem like this puts everything back in place. turns out, it wasn't poetry i was down on, but that i was feeling too much ebb and not enough flow in my day. this poem puts everything back in order for me.
:) thanks for sharing that with me. This is the reason I read...and this is the reason I write...poems like this.