Jill Stockinger
A Salute to Wine: A Haiku Sonnet
Does the sky feel pain,
with those tree limbs thrashing it?
Is it raining tears?
Those are foolish thoughts.
The wind-filled sky feels no pain;
rain is never tears.
Stop your loud bawling.
I hate the sight of tears. Sit.
Have a glass of wine.
Far from the city,
the gods are laughing at us.
Have another drink.
Philosophy solves nothing;
religion’s worse. I drink wine.
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