Jane Blanchard studied English at Wake Forest University before earning a doctorate from Rutgers University. She currently lives and writes in Georgia.
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The merchant was polite as I came in
on Monday afternoon to browse for wine,
but conversation happened only when
we spoke the common language of the vine.
A dozen bottles were selected, then
examined, labels studied, line by line,
at last set back into the proper bin,
except for one most likely to taste fine.
It did, so I returned to that same store
throughout the week and found the bill to be
a little less each time. I said no more
than grazie, smiling ever pleasantly.
By Saturday, I had a patron’s status,
awarding me a bar of chocolate gratis.
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