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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