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                  with thanks to Dante
 
 
Gluttony stumbles in, four shots of tequila past tipsy.
It’s easy when he’s drooling and raging
to put my hand over my own glass of wine
and tell him I’ve had enough. But he’s so charming
in the beginning when he’s giggly and flirty,
when his walls come down and he’s chatty
and generous. That’s when I hand him my glass, too,
and fall in love again with the taste of grapes
that have been warmed by sun and turned potent
by time and I feel in me the sweet flutter of opening.
Sometimes Temperance arrives with her face
contorted, lips tight and prudish. I tend to ignore her then.
But oh—when she enters that opening space
with her sober smile, eyes clear as a mountain stream.
Sweetheart, she says to me, what do you really want?
There is a moment, then, when I reach in two directions—
one toward light-headed shine, one toward grounded earth.
I am learning to love that moment, when I hold hands
with both of these teachers at once and we move together
three steps forward one step back, the ancient dance
of the middle road, ever changing as it is.

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