10/11/2012

The Poor Expensive Cigar

I, by thee unruly lied, chased the fleeing tide,
Forward far to fume the futile cigar.
Why didst so shy betrayed, I lustfully eyed,
Par was drawn, marred in the jar.

By Evan Gunn Wilson
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