German white wine.
A full bottle lying between the two of us
on the big German bed.
In yellow-white wine glasses on sunny cafe tables.
In clear green wine glasses on the terrace of the castle
that towered above Wurzberg.
In glasses in our hands
on the deck of the boat that moved past hillside vineyards
up and down the Rhine
discharging us, tipsy, at ancient stone castles.



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