A Riper Day
Like wine,
Poets age with every year
Tattered labels stained,
vintners unclear
Bordeaux, Merlot, or Cabernet,
words mellow in the dark
Where time ferments a riper day
—its richness to impart
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
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