fish and toast on sunday morning
and then there were just
the two of us
yielding to the god of wine
on the back deck
minutes before sunrise
the rest said
they were going down to the river
to see if the catfish were biting
that was at least a couple of hours ago
they took with them the last of the red
but I said do not worry darling
we’ve yet to open the last of the white
october two thousand nineteen
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