Hard to Swallow
21st Century
Poet Laureate of Saskatchewan
I raise the glass to my lips --
Bourgogne Passe-Tout-Grains --
and let the ruby elixir
fill my mouth. From the sixth floor
window of our hotel I see
forty or fifty men lined up
a block or so away,
standing in the cold October drizzle
at the Mission for the evening meal.
I hold the wine in my mouth
for a long, long time
before I swallow.
DayPoems Poem No. 2271
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2271.html">Hard to Swallow by Glen Sorestad</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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