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!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Michael C. Miller said...

and by that i mean, "wow."

Bon said...

Thanks.

Bon said...

And by that I mean, "thanks."

Michael C. Miller said...

do it again.

Bon said...

Do what again?
The wine or the poem?

Michael C. Miller said...

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

Bon said...

ah... I see how you are.