one glass shared with a girlfriend
at Laudisio, a Malbec squeezed in between
two middle aged men ogling her,
their wedding rings glinting
one glass shared over buckwheat noodles
with spicy sesame sauce after our eyes
stop crying over onions and other
undisclosed sorrows
one glass shared on a winters night
when one thinks hopefully of spring, of
daffodils, only to reluctantly
unlock the bike on a snowy night
to ride home in darkness.
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