Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Linger (Poetry Month 2012: Day 3)

The coffee filter
pulls out grounds
bereft of flavor,
just as my mind
retains words
whose meaning
I've forgotten.

 Hirsute
       Brisant
Persiflage


They linger,
tangible and scented,
staining everything
that I touch
for days.

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