Contemplation of Unlabeled Wine

                   by Joan R Brady

I have always known it to be thought of as...

potentially...dangerous...and possibly exotic...

A one of a kind created by an artist’s hand...

crimson...dark in its bottle...

Tinted green glass...some thought given when chosen...

cork fitted tightly in place...level with slim opening...

waiting to be popped...and pored into a glass...

But when sipped...there could be rancid taste...or...perhaps...

a head-reeling sweetness clouding your senses...

And if offered by a known vintner...promising...”fresh filled ...from my private keg...

”you must either decline...and...probably...

Offend...or taste in front of eyes that assume you will consume all of it...and smile with delight...past mouth and stomach processing...

And if your pronouncement is contradicted...if that does 

happen...smile and shrug and say... “well I don’t know too much about this kind of thing...but I do know its taste is memorable.”

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