The Last Barrel
Like wine,
these older days
are vintage
Aging,
as each days number
declines
Ripe
in the tannin
of what remains
Rich
in the sweetness
of time now past
The vines
to wither
—in memory lost
(The New Room: May, 2021)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2021
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