As I sat alone in a wine-cafe (yes, such a thing exists!), swirling & sipping a glass of something red & chewing chilli-seasoned olives while listening to Sleeping at Last I penned this oh so short poem:
Cherries swirling,
Hands held, smiles open,
Dancing around the glass;
Spinning together til
Dizzy with delight as they take turns
Sliding down steep sides with
Warmth and gentle power.
Wine + poetry = philosophy! It’s not about the wine🍷🍷
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