Cool breeze riling the curtains the green seclusion of a melon summer is a visitor more than anything else evasive as that dream right upon waking, cut as it was ripening . In the yard we drank a thin tempranillo a dragonfly hung by with mirage wings and rhubarb stalks wilted in omnipotent heat no silence is alike varietals and temperaments and these the hands of a graceless vinter . Still light late warm skin […]
This morning seagulls called out whistle-bright above the frozen world, camellias under ice, clear dawning. Now it’s night, my bags are ready, nothing is left but to savor life, packed down nicely, finally, and this dry cava, cold as a cave, clinquant on the tongue, like the ocean arriving, a secret revelation, so transient and divine [HAPPY NEW YEAR! Optional Poetry is going on vacation, for the next week or so will be posting poems from the […]
Vineyards under snow, civilized rows, punctuation for a run-on landscape. Our straggling vines look like veins without a body, the blooms we contain, of darkest blood, clandestine first pressings. Even at night the drifts are pure white under a haloed moon— why speak and spoil the effect? Let a suspended particle be: Ice crystal, brix, a word unspoken— I’m learning to let a thing fall, or ripen
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