Eglantine

Sitting on the deck of the gazebo
Sniffing the bouquet of a glass of Shiraz
Watching the legs run down the glass
Spilling the blood red wine on the
Brightness of teeth
Laughing at it pouring out of the
Corners of the mouth
Falling on the wooden deck
Staining it forever
Throwing the head back
Tipping over backwards in the spring chair
Headlong into the Yellow Rose of Texas
Jumping up with thorns in the crown
Shiraz colored blood rolling down the face
In red goblets
Caught in the palm of the hand
Dripping onto the feet
Looking out over the valley
A rooster crows.