grapes

sitting there,
same spot where
I've sat for nearly two years,
and with all my
observational powers
in full bloom,
I never noticed them
before this morning:
over a hundred feet
of grapevines,
lush and full,
with big leaves and
hundreds of clumps
of tiny green grapes,
all along the fence;
I'm going to keep
my eye on them,
even as You slumber,
too far away:
later this summer,
we'll make wine.



June 6, 2010, for the Wifey.

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