Ebb Accent

Today vineyards
speaking in candy
red and sagacious greens
Walk fast in
their own color edifices.
And I just
look, walk,
Rush to snap
Syrah and it tells
me to let the story
write itself
don’t plan so
much. It’s Art.
And critics are
critics for
a reason, they
have no reason,
they’re empty
glasses, hallow
sticks, dirt beings,
encamped and echoing
their own syllable swill.
It’s color I’m
after and I
Found it in this
morning’s walk.
I swirl and smell
to try and make
the connection but
I’m not smart