Red, red wine

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Drinking wine in Napa.

And, oh, how the stemware sparkles,
the vineyards cling to gold and russet
and wisps of fog give way to blue sky.

Who could ask for a better place
to escape a world gone mad and made mad
by thoughtless and careless promises?

We toast more in one day than in one year
and wish and hope and pray for a world
that’s shattering like glass.