Napa 2 Poem by Michael J ORourke2
Napa 2
To tilt our head toward the glass
And measure with our nose
The earthy smell of truffles
And sweet petals of the rose
To waste the wine with anxious tongue
Swishing about from side to side
Apples and pears citrusy fruits
Will the flavors ever subside?
Swirling the glass and rolling the tongue
With patterns that never diminish
Acidic...good structure...nice balance
And...oh what a lovely finish!
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