Friday, August 13, 2010

Pinot Noir

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

In the humid drip

of a late summer’s eve

simple yearnings so

strong and ancient

Beckon and


a full-bodied answer.

To the lip

it comes forth

to perch

in delight

of bouquet and


Then below

a wetness

so unexpected

and a drowning

in what

tastes so good.

Sometimes I am

the fruit fly floating

in my wine glass.

(c) 2003-2010/Jamie K. Reaser

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