Our Wine is Poured by Other Hands, Alas
Our wine is poured by other hands, alas;
how trite to mention.
But does the top or bottom of the glass
get your attention?
Sylvia’s Mate
love
honor
cherish
were the words at the service
not once was he asked to say
censor
Robert Laughlin lives in Chico, California, and is a frequent contributor to Carcinogenic Poetry. Two of his short stories are Million Writers Award Notable Stories, and his novel, Vow of Silence, was favorably reviewed by Publishers Weekly. His website is at www.pw.org/content/robert_laughlin.
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