Empty Wine Bottles
Empty Wine BottlesThere are probably about 80 wine bottles I’ve wanted to save
In the last 59 years.
Each bottle a dead soldier representing a glorious evening
Usually with some beautiful young person,
As often with myself alone,
But each a memory worth preserving.
Mistake.
I saved some, even had my companions sign them
(or I recorded their names and the date later, when alone)
and too often
all too often
a year or two later the memory had so faded I would ask:
“What was I thinking? Why the hell am I saving this stupid, dusty bottle?”
Why, indeed. Memories. The past. Good nights. Wine.
Whazzit?
80 bottles
In 59 years.
Not that many, come to think of it.
Come once a day for 80 years, that’s 25,000 explosions
Most of them not into anything, or anyone.
Penny ante.
Hardly worth remembering.
Such is my life.
And I’ve tried harder than most.
Dust.
posted by DanZ @ 7:31 PM
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