Wine
Wine, not cheap;
sparkling in a place half-spent
and yearning for my tongue.
It is proud of rising bubbles,
as sees them small
as in champagne.
It admires its tumbler,
for it missed out school
on day of proper glasses
when the teacher
held one out to class
and magnified the wine.
10/15/2015
Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015
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