Pinot Noir

We drank a lot of Pinot Noir that night,

the preferred drink of the cardiganed types (they said),

but we reveled in it, stranded here in the fuselage.

Brave (you said), and juicy like raspberries.

We toasted each other, and then our aspirations, unaccomplished,

oh, but we were still willing to fumble through the wreckage.

We stuffed a white candle in the neck of the bottle;

simple elegance (I said), and we watched the flame

sputter in the dark.

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