Barolo - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
On bottle I noted:
“This is gift”
Too simple: “don’t drink.”
I love it and cherish
Sample of behaviour and culture
I drive my own car,
Flex time, chit-chat, talk
Passengers, laugh, smile
But always learn and learn.
Came from, the New, Brunswick
“I was there with Mi'kmaq and Irish…”
I told them and opened chest of chest
“My best time…you can say…
Acadian history, and people, and lobster.”
At time-end I saw hand extended
“This is yours, ” insisted
Wine bottle she gifted.
Carrying passengers is lovely if able
I love the, sharing with passengers
Humble life, down to earth.
Barolo is one of examples.
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