At night, my headaches,
and I still don't know
good living
from social routine.
But I do know now
the way the sun lays across the grape fields
and the way the bubbles are small
when the stuff is good.
And where to sleep in
and when to wake early.
And how risotto and gnocchi
should feel in my teeth.
And if I'm good,
and quiet,
I can hear the good living
breathing in you
and smell the sweet life
in us going on with the day.
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