On Drinking a Portuguese Wine on the Last Night of June
This is how the month tasted, too. Full and lush on the front,
a vacation rental that is not too big or expensive but rich.
On the back, like the sound of surf slipping through the sand,
the taste of something going away, complexity escaping completion, dry on the tongue.
Complexity escaping completion– very much yes! There’s something funny about this last day of June…
Yes, there was…thanks C!
Just beautiful, Jeff.
Thanks, Len. It was great to hang out for a bit with you! One of the highlights of a very unusual month…
A highlight for me, too.
Hi July here, make it a great one 😊
What a month! Mine ended not with a Portuguese wine, but with an Italian Prosecco, a little tingly on the tongue, promising more than it could deliver…
A bit of rosé, a bit of 19 Crimes shiraz for the turn of the month.
If we’re talking about Portuguese wine, I feel compelled to bring up Mateus.
Lovely poem. 🙂
I will have to check that out. Thanks!