Why or Not

whiskey sour
a bittersweet taste
of longing…
why is beauty 
always so fleeting

whiskey sour
with wild mint 
feeling sassy tonight

fresh breeze
the hum of crickets
recall the heat

crickets vibrate this moment our only stake in time

why am I here? 
the question – they say
is more important
than the answer…  
tonight I disagree

what if
the sky’s real color
is other
than blue…
how would I cope?

beyond
the question
or answer
my longing
for peace

ag ~ July 2013

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