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What We Drag From A Cava Bottle


05.14.16 Posted in today's words by

What We Drag From A Cava Bottle

By Sophie Chouinard

Mea culpas fizzle into the depth of a bottle:
gnawing at her brow the bubbles burst, feather-like
fingers grasping the wind, caressing birdless flocks
rolling high above lips and thighs and seas
drenched in green, echoing within the dark
noon’s blossoms finally escaping
the storms of bleak breathless carbon—
shelter found.

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2 Responses to “What We Drag From A Cava Bottle”

  1. Bobbie Troy says:

    Lovely images.

  2. I agree with Bobbie.

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