of dark
whiskey,
staring out
the window into the well
manicured yard.
the pool
bluer than heaven
might be.
the stone
statue of a Greek god
nearby.
a fountain,
a willow tree.
what now, he must
be thinking,
tired
of money and women,
cars,
the boats,
and the high life.
and yet.
still a void
inside
the heart.
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