A drunkards tale
My back broke on a sunny windless day,
guzzling cheap Chilean wine
from a plastic cup,
filled with ice to
drown
the harsh, acidic rasp of red;
a bucolic, celebratory red
the red of amaryllis and Christmas.
Repetition brings the remember thought clearer,
that;
memories of this pleasure still,
hold me ransom in
garnet and gold cages.
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