
I wrote it and you missed it,
how inopportune,
passed by like a symbol
on a ticker-tape,
a blip, a hiccup,
no less
and no more
as relevant
as when it was fresh
off the press,
a Beaujolais
to christen the new day,
young and tart,
so randy as you are
captured
just perfect
(I think)
in verse,
downed in big
gulps,
and in the end
a toast to satisfaction,
one grand
and audible
Ahhhhh
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
