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Dust on the Bottle - May 28, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • May 28, 2025
  • 1 min read

we pop the cork and pour

from dust-free bottles

to celebrate most good times

 

but on one wine carafe

the dust builds

 

it is patience, waiting

for a special moment

to be blown off the curved glass

 

love is often that

when the finest bottle

thumps on the table

 

is opened and dispensed

with fanfare and bright eyes

then cradled and sipped

 

though it needs none of that

 

love is the river that flows both ways

and only needs to open its mouth

to quench its own thirst

 
 
 

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