Wine-Red Clouds at Twilight

Red-wine-soaked clouds

at dusk sing an intoxicated anthem

of light to summon such 

night creatures as raccoons,

bats, cats, and certain devotees

of Charles--Baudelaire

and Bukowski, those bad boys.

Sing, you wine-dark sacks 

of rain. Sing!

Hans Ostrom 2024

Found Poem: Cabernet Franc

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For a brief found-poem about the wine, cabernet franc, please see . . .

http://redtalesbook.blogspot.com/2009/09/80-cabernet-franc.html