It was the silver glinting off the grape leaves that first struck me. Unusual in my experience. Then as I paused to consider them further, I realized something else—the vines had been trellised to evoke the top of hearts, or as the poet in me thought: heart cleavages. If I go further with that thought I’ll become obnoxious. So let me just say: Good morning.
Sweetheart Hay(na)ku
Heart-shaped trellises recall
a farmer's
desire—
a root blossoming
into lavish
wine
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