Recounting the Flavor of Poisons Swallowed

Live once, and die once as well
But who can say how best to fill
all of the opportune potential
between beginning and end?
Is every flame equally limited in its store?
Do we burn them fast, and daylight bright?
Should we burn them slow in warm dazzle?
Are they to be left unlit until such a time
comes when they are needed most?
Whatever you choose, save those matches

Poetry from A Bar in Brooklyn by Shane Windham
E-book and paperback coming spring of 2017

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