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Vineyards (a poem)

25 Apr

VINEYARDS

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There was a summer years gone by,
we wandered vineyards, love and I.
Beneath the sun we quenched our thirst,
and crushed the grapes until they burst,
when each with purple head engorged
gave way to teeth with which we gorged.

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But in the fall of all things human,
we rode our way to wrack and ruin.
Still feeding on our own desires,
we had no thought to bank our fires.
And but for winter, who would know
there’d come a day with no Pinot?

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Yet in my glass I sense her still –
full-bodied taste, bouquet nose-filled.
Except for memory, there’s no trace
of tears I kissed from her sweet face,
but know now in the dregs of time
they weren’t her tears, but only mine.

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Alan Annand, Toronto, 23 April 2015

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