Over the cracked and ancient wall
where laden leafy grapevines fall,
a coy breeze artfully reveals
what nature’s wise design conceals:
it bares to sun the jeweled stain
of blue grapes washed with last night’s rain
amid a sea of biblical leaves
fit for contemporary Eves.
Classic image, bargain price:
Brooklyn’s backyard paradise.
Liza McAlister Williams
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