cloud wines

We drank red that evening 
as night came on, we thought 
it was rosy. Rows and streams 
of pink gold grey cutting through 
invincible blue going going gone 
to violet, to sparkling black and 
on towards midnight, eventually. 

We caught the shape of every cloud 
in each glass, and by the time we 
were drunk, it was not the wine 

so much as all the color 
we imbibed.