With Chardonnay

Last night I ate all the dry apricots —
with chardonnay — that I was saving
for a Persian stew of lamb and mint
It may be cheesy to think you could
hold the sun pliable in your fingertips
but there it is — the way of apricots
and wine — The leather yields and teases
out every small bitter that angers
the tongue before the jelly sweet
flesh melts there and swoons
                                                           Yes
I care little for tomorrow
less so for yesterday

Image: Elena Mozhvilo on Unsplash

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