the vines are turning late this year
& i am smiling
as we have held small
fingers to eager lips for months now–
lips parting to frame
good intentions & local wisdom
we know better, during this indian summer,
what it is to appreciate a season’s lingering
to harvest the awe of what we do not understand.
some will ask if this is the right time, and
what is the right time?
i cannot know of timing
any more than the vineyards
sense the perfect moment
to lose their green
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