POETRY
Wild Grape Jelly
a poem
1 min readMay 7, 2023
The taste of a wild grape
puts me where I am.
I allow myself one
from the jelly bucket.
It is September and
my skin is dry.
These medium days are
bright and clear.
The taste of a wild grape
puts me where I am.
I allow myself one
from the jelly bucket.
It is September and
my skin is dry.
These medium days are
bright and clear.
