The Vineyard

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The Vineyard

Cooked gently by the
luminescence and blended
in the blackberry liqueur of
elder flowers and arrowroot,
the sun is sometimes a flash
at the bottom of four stemmed
glasses. Skinned side down the
sweet songs of our crazy sorrows.
Deep time, a sweet orange blossom
water, a fluid that cannot be named.

George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, the Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in the USA Today, Wall Street Journal, the Atlantic, the Havana Times, the South China Morning Post, the Buffalo News, and more. 

See all his poems on Tea House here.

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