a taste of wine

A day of marbles and a ball of rubber bands
bouncing and rolling on the floor
laughing children tobogganing on summer grass.

I watch the crescent moon surrounded by a thousand stars
wondering if you are listening to Chopin’s nocturnes
and dreaming.

The thoughts are far apart
and so dissimilar
is it time to blend the wines?

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