Lee Ann Schaffer

Rookie - 0 Points (1962 / Charleston, South Carolina, US)

Vintage - Poem by Lee Ann Schaffer

The day ran
Like a bottle of
Fine, rare, red wine
Poured into my hands.

Gone before I’d
Even had a chance
To drink it.

No matter how tightly
I squeezed my fingers together,
All that remained was
The fragrance and slightest taste,
Mixed with
The scent and flavor
Of my own skin.

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  • (3/18/2005 2:01:00 AM)

    I am very much so enjoying your poetry...it is very refreshing...I shall keep my eye on you...lol

    ~stephanie n. anderson

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 17, 2005

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