j.s.lamb
Retired journalist. Freelance writer. Author of “Orange Socks & Other Colorful Tales,” short stories about how I survived Vietnam and kept my sense of humor.
Juno’s Last Glass
What madness
Fills this cup?
What sadness
Fills it up?
Was its fruit
Plucked by hand?
Or picked up softly,
From the land?
Crushed it,
Must;
(Pressed,
We trust.)
Seeds,
Skins,
Solids,
Juice.
’fined,
Filtered
Racked
& aged.
Bottled,
Barreled?
(Corked,
Or screwed?)
What madness
Fills this cup?
What sadness
Fills it up?
Sip, my dear one,
Sip softly, now;
Taste today,
Talk tomorrow.
