Last <br />night <br />thin <br />rain, <br />gusty <br />wind. <br /> <br />Dense <br />sleep <br />doesn't <br />fade <br />a wine <br />hangover. <br /> <br />I'm talking <br />to her <br />who <br />rolled up <br />the curtains. <br /> <br />Are you <br />blind! <br />I <br />say. <br /> <br />By now <br />they're <br />fat <br />green <br />and skimpy <br />red.<br /><br />Li Ching Chao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-night-2/
