when wine
when wine
is trickled slowly
down a
thirsty throat
the day appears
so perfect
in a sort of fall
free float
the now is filled
with sweetness
a timeless truth
that knows
that now is all
we hold to
until the present
goes
nothing else
is helpful
nothing else
is sweet
until this
tiny moment
falls softly
to our feet
Joy Weare,
6th June, 2010.
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