In the vineyards. Peace. Quiet.
Could and would never tire of this.
Lifting wind, gently assertive.
Under tree. Taking my time.
I’ll write more later.
Right now I just want to let this
Shade right me. Now I’m right.
In head and heart– beat beat–
So too sweet.
Don’t want to go back to work and
Why would I with a spot like this.
And this is. My spot. Now. And every now.