This morning
my mind
is all over
the place.
I've laced it
with gin
to slow down
the pace.
My head's in
my hands.
The gin's in
the glass.
Drink little,
not often,
the disturbance
will pass.
Sally Plumb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One has to wonder what the distubance is... and about the gin poured but left in the glass...