Drops

Drops

The first drop is numbing,
Cold for a minute,
Sensual like a finger,
Over unfamiliar skin,.
The second drop eclipses,
The first like a rocket,
As it takes a new path,
A trajectory like no other.
But the third drop lingers,
As if undecided,
Then quickly judging
   the other two,
With disdain and a childish
   arrogance.
But the rebel is the fourth drop,
Because she knows the others,
She is the sum total of the yeas,
Of the nays,
Of the heys,
Because she doesn't give a damn.

Pebbles

Pebbles

This bar is a lonely place,
Taking up space,
In the aether between smiles,
Chiseled according to the miles,
Of the patrons and their thoughts,
And if it's one pebble that sees,
The woods from the trees,
It rolls into a boulder,
Bringing something older,
Moreso than before,
But in other ways the same;
Reacting to those who ignore,
Looking to place the blame.

Invino Veritas
2/21/14
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