Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Ode

Do you remember
that night
at
Market Street
when we shared
a bottle
of
Pinot?

It was
warmth in
the
cool of autumn.

The red worked it's magic over my tongue
and swirled round in my head.
The label I can't recall.
But the feelings I do.

8 comments:

R & R said...

She's still alive!!!!!!!!!!!!!

spaceneedl said...

and by that i mean, "wow."

Bon said...

Thanks.

Bon said...

And by that I mean, "thanks."

spaceneedl said...

do it again.

Bon said...

Do what again?
The wine or the poem?

spaceneedl said...

well, when you have one, you have the other...

Bon said...

ah... I see how you are.