As I go to pour another
not noticing, a lightness
as I lift the pitcher
my glass half filled
needed to calm me after the day
each sip as I swallow soothes
now the rush and deep taste
as I lift the glass to my lips
one more time
the scent, robust fills my nostrils
taste now hitting my palate
the color a deep burgundy
after this glass I calm a little
I rest the pitcher on the night table
maybe now I can sleep
leaving just enough
to get going tomorrow
once again with leftover wine
*Rdrl*
Author notes
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A contest entry
- leftover wine by Luna Tique Fringe.
850 points, ended July 29, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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