POETIC LISCENCE

Laura Leighton

Business Administration Major

 

She’s Sancerre in the glass on an oak table,

I am the bottle.

She’s the fine linen folded

Next to the ancient spread.

I am wisteria growing madly against

The stone.

She’s the peony in a vase-

The armada unleased for me,

But she brought Odysseus home.

Men tell me their secrets,

They tell her their dreams.

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