Wine Poem by robert dickerson

Lion-colored wine, splashing in the bowl
you blur the line
between folly and reason;
smear the interface
of inner and outer space;
change the Sisyphean stone
into a kind of beach-ball
purple red and yellow
filled with balsam and ether
light as a feather
uphill you downhill
make of life a cakey joke-
Let there be laughter
(there is very little after)
ambergolden wine
with your fall of summer bugs
grittier inclusions
prettier confusions
and wittier conclusions, you
I choose to see through.