EVENING WINDS
I sit outside
on the bar patio.
Sip blood-red
cabernet wine.
Enjoy the cool
early evening breeze.
Tosses my hair around,
freedom and truth.
White and blue-gray
clouds stretch out
like pulled cotton candy
agains…
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