Grapes
grapes still clutch
the vine
along the backyard fence
like clusters of birds
harvesting leftovers
from a picnic
their juice sweetens
like wine
as the nights cool
just enough left
to pool
and intoxicate
Copyright © Annette Gagliardi | Year Posted 2017
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