Wine, how I’ve missed thee.

by Gilbert Keith

On a warm spring day,

The dogs fidget about,

Avoiding the rain clouds that weigh,

Tongues hanging from their snouts.

The human, in his langor a bottle of wine uncorks;

And relishes the cheap Aldi’s saltines.

The langor devolves to torpor, makes him a dork

But never does he cause a scene.

Gautam Kandlikar