Exactly thirty-one years
later, overripe Summer turns
its nose up this tangled memory
node, this pretzel of half-baked insight
I call my self--
Am I smelling the past here, there?
The seasoned seasonal mockery
of eternal cycling return?
Nature the measured excess
cracks the paved grid
Trips me once, twice, three times
Pinot Noir & Chardonnay V: Kosta Browne Winery
Fa 15 hores