Mugs, Wine, Home, and Find.

Mugs, Wine, Home, and Find

Because I own nothing but mugs

- and because I am so far from home

even though I’m in my new home -

I figure I should find liquid to fill the mugs.

I walk the new lonely night street and find

a conveniently located liquor store and buy wine.

Appropriate, I think, to find here my old friend cheap wine.

In my new home I open the bottle and find

I can fill full three mugs with my wine.

I find that drinking three mugs filled with wine

is just the right number of mugs of wine

to help me find the sense of home

in my empty new home.

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