Last night I ate the dry apricots,
with Chardonnay, that we saved
for a Persian stew of minted lamb
— sunlight taken to the teeth
with velvet, teasing out bitters
that anger the tongue.
Sweet and lively —
the simplest way of renouncing
every chewed yesterday.
Revised for d’Verse’s Quadrille challenge “In praise of the grape”: https://dversepoets.com/2021/04/05/quadrille-125-in-praise-of-the-grape/