The Nectar.
Grapes on
The vine soak
Up sunlight
When ripe
They are
Crushed
And made into
Wine.
To much
Sunlight
Isn’t good
For the skin,
It is said,
This is only
True if you are
Daft enough
To use wine
As a sun block.
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
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