Shelby L. Bryant

Vinemaker

By the cedar trees near the sea
Minerva pressed her bosom to the rock
And cajoled forth a jasmined fountain, sweet
    and pure known as "The Vinemaker."
A cacophony of laughing sound from the fountain
    pervades the shores.
A calendo forms from the black crows calls.
The waters are vicariously routed down the grey
    slopes that produce
The black grapes and wine which
Fuel the cups of Roman concubines.

{Poem by Shelby L. Bryant}