The Rain-Streaked Avenues of Central Queens

By D. Nurkse D. Nurkse
It ends badly, this glass of wine,
before you drink it
you have to drink a prior glass,
before you sip you gulp,
before you chug the bottle
you pour it down your throat,
before we lie together
naked, we divorce, before we rest
we grow old, it ends in chaos,
               but it is delicious,
when we wake it is the past,
we are the faces staring
from the high lit window,
the unmet lovers, the rivals
who do not exist,
united in a radiance
that will not fade at dawn.

Source: Poetry (January 2008).

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Poet D. Nurkse

POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic

Subjects Living, Relationships, Men & Women, Social Commentaries, Cities & Urban Life