>¨Grapes and Scarves¨ Poets United Poetry Pantry # 50

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¨May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind¨
blow across fleshy grapes with smooth, firm skin
Purplish hues hanging on strong neat vines
“I often wonder about green valleys”
where you walk upon bursting seeds therein
France has always fit well in my backpack;
as Prince moves rain to sweep across lush fields,
your nightmares no longer are repeated
We dance through hula hoops spinning round us
Get off the floor, pick up the silken scarves;
place them in the holy washing machine
to watch whirling winding cycles slipping
perfection and unison like red wine
being passed from decanter to the vine
* This prompt came from  Donna Vorreyer 
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