A Last Sip of Her Wine
A love story in an Andalusian grove
that belongs now as a last look
at a cat-scan.
Beneath that olive bower,
she sips a glass of La Rioja Alta.
He looks at the scan.
He keeps looking at the scan
hoping to see vineyards.
The fruit he sees is dark
and the vine pale.
He raises a last glass of wine
to her.
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