Espaliered vines hang like convicts,
strung out in the vineyards as portent
to passers by.
But the tasting rooms are open with cheeses,
retribution and grim justice –
verdicts of wine.
I see them, the tasters, the gawkers,
giddy on the road for sips of vengeance
and sublimation.
I see them, glued to the glass,
glued to the crushing of grapes,
and calling it justified.
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Sweet and Bitter Greens 
It reads like a metaphor, and it feels like a haiku. Nice!
Thank you. D
You’re welcome.
Devon, crisp, sharp, exceptional… !!
Thank you, Lance. D
My pleasure, Devon.