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Bottle of Fume Blanc

    As vine roots force through the earth
    their fruits absorb the flavor of the hill
    hold that sip of wine in your mouth a moment longer
    let its full complexity develop
    the sweetness is the sun's warmth.
    is the dryness lack of rain
    or the dull despair
    of the migrant mother's hands
    that picked the grape
    stooped over in the hot sun
    under the weight of her basket
    her seventh son a month from being born
    and is the sharp afterbite
    the pain of her third child's birth defect
    or just the bitter residue of a pesticide
    guaranteed to add half a point
    to the profit margin

Liz Roberts (Pygen)        

© 1998






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