Fly in the Wine

He doesn't believe me but I don't care

Quite a few summers have passed since I wrote this poem. I still get annoyed when a fly lands in my wine. Many other things have changed since then.

Honeysuckle blossom

Fly in the Wine

He doesn’t believe me 
but a fly in the wine changes it –   
the smell, the taste;
Of course, the allure. 
Air-lifting it out doesn’t help either. 

He doesn’t believe …