She

She arrives riding a bicycle,
Sits opposite me on the table.
We are members of a panel blind tasting wines.
Her possession of a sensitive palate and sharp intuition
promise her a thousand things.
She names the vintage,origin and varietals correctly .
Nothing seems to interfere with her thinking.

She stammers when excited and loves mouth watering green mangoes.
She writes with her left hand and uses the fork
with her right.She has a crystal-breaking like laugh

She appears on the appointed time and place for the wine tasting.
She is here. She is there.

Elegant in her simplicity and intellectually curious.
She disappears for a year to bicycle in Europe.

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