if you tilt the glass just right
and the sun cooperates
you can see the city this way—
reflected by a last gulp
of cool white wine.
it is one of those days.
a big warm sun like a wedge of pie,
the recipe handed down
and a bit of wind pronouncing its way
between the office towers
to the back porch
where you can see the city this way.
and to want it always like this.
a cool white wine, a last gulp,
to show your city something new
to taste and write.
a riesling perhaps to accompany
the beggar and the cart.
