Vin Santo

that New Year’s Eve
we stood on the hill 
above the vineyard
watching fireworks

rise above the lake 
from Pieve to Anghiari
later in the stillness 
of the barn the cat chasing

our shadows on the wall
a moment so full
if today we could talk 
we’d agree we had no better

earlier at the bar in Caprese 
Michelangelo we couldn’t decide 
what to drink to the new year
vin santo an old man said

holding up his glass
certo vin santo