Treasure Island

Is It Poetry

(1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

About The Wine


A firmer grasp upon the grape, some have.
Eons pass,
and mountain water clears what always is.
Many do what mother's never should.
While a father's vineyard grows but heady weeds.

Does a certain type of green or purple grape.
Grow aught but Grace?
Does a woman's golden hand,
when kneeling down is pulling all the weeds.
Thus produce a better seed as seeds do know.
Music makes the leaves turn green,
as leaves ideally grow.

Submitted: Friday, May 10, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013
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