but I am a poor vintner
my wine tastes good
on a salad
and I must be happy
with that--
let better hands plunge
into the soil
as if to manipulate
the very sweetness
out of the grape--
the better for the rest
to despair of or celebrate
their day of toil
and their night of rest--
rest even for the poor
vintner in his dream
of eternal vineyards
merciful as the drained cups
they enable...
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