flavours

perhaps this commando
hits the irreverence
at brute force

perhaps this shade
of grey stalks night
with its own weapon

and maybe,
just maybe there
is one silhouette
perched on a sill

watching dusk unfold
reading back issues
of penzeys spice catalog

wouldn't it be nice
with this chardonnay
to once again
feel the glimmer of
spring, the innate
seconds of composure,
the dark settling
on your shoulders