Poem-A-Day: Day 178

Somewhere, Dandelion Wine is Made

Somewhere,
not far from here
sipping dandelion wine,
or at least imagining what
if anything
it could actually taste like.
Somewhere,
not far from here,
sitting in a field of dandelions,
wondering what they would taste like
if somehow they were made into wine,
they’ve been made into wine.
Somewhere,
not far from here
sifting through delightful dandelions
to turn into wine,
they’ve been turned into wine,
though never before by my hands.
Somewhere,
not far from here
someone remembers dandelions
and the profound effect
they can have
over the flavor of wine.