
“Cubist Wine” by Marlina Vera
decant old wine
slowly and gently
to crystal carafes
let it breathe
interact with free
freshening air
give it time to
encounter itself
to remember its
succulent vintage
allow it to gather
its long sleeping
color from
ambient light
nothing fine
comes in haste
but in patience
will every
fruition of life
yield reward
of its very
particular savor
Just wonderful.
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thanks kindly
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Why oh why did I read this splendid prompt of a poem two hours before the ‘witching hour’ when a fine Bordeaux shall be mine all mine! A Munster cheese is out ripening even as I write.
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a votre santé
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A poignant poem, Paul . . .
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thank you, peter
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Ah!! so beautiful. I sometimes call myself vintage-aged. If I were into putting affirmations on my mirror this would be the first thing I would see in the morning. Thanks, Paul
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perhaps the most delightful comment I’ve ever received – thank you dearly
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