Last 
night 
thin 
rain, 
gusty 
wind. 

Dense 
sleep 
doesn't 
fade 
a wine 
hangover. 

I'm talking 
to her 
who 
rolled up 
the curtains. 

Are you 
blind! 
I 
say. 

By now 
they're 
fat 
green 
and skimpy 
red.