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Barley by Andrew Taylor

Posted in Andrew Taylor with tags on March 21, 2016 by Scot

The grapes aren’t green they will slowly turn red
among the grass is barley
ready for harvesting
it is carried in bags

Room 3028 Poem by Andrew Taylor

Posted in Andrew Taylor on September 16, 2009 by Scot

Bleak courtyard somewhere
the sky is blue
doors slam quietness
interrupted
satellite television

Empty bottle Veuve Clicquot
five glasses ice bucket in corridor
the smell of coffee
the pen has a logo

Curtain flows
with courtyard breeze
blackout curtains
blackout notions
of time

ANDREW TAYLOR