Water Mills Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Water Mills



Turning water mills
one by one
plain of turning
mills

the waters pump
the waters brim
the waters bubble
and
the beer oozes

below
the street
of taverns
full in to the
night
and in to the mugs
of wine and beer
geneses of Sub Conscious.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: night
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