Sloe gin. Single malt. The occasional grappa.
Wine from Lorenzo, wine from the valley. Marsala.
Open all doors. Open all windows, the sun's caught
Up with us in our mountainy retreat.
The arrow garden defies the landslides, the wind
And the rain. Your home is built on solid ground.
The poignancy of driftwood, the cloud formation.
Snow on the mountaintops and on the lake drifting swans.
At the airport they go their separate ways.
Who will turn back a second time to wave?
