INDIANA TABLE RED
We had taken our girls,
Quite young,
To see the town
Of their grandfather’s growing up,
Leafy Victorian homes
On brick streets
Along the Ohio River.
We brought back a bottle of red wine
From a new Indiana vintner.
Well, he said,
In the early stages
Of whatever it was he had,
This won’t be any damn good:
Not unpredictable,
That this is what we remember
Of that time in his life,
Our lives,
That trip, that gift.