Warwick NY Winery

The wife and I go to
the Warwick Winery
on Sunday afternoons
with our red and green
high back folding chairs.
The Winery has ample parking,
an outdoor court with tables and chairs
on natural stone flooring and
local bands playing from 1 to 5pm.
 
We find a secluded spot
under a tree with shade,
as I read my Bukowski and
the wife plays on her
Galaxy 4 Notebook Smartphone
texting friends.
 
There is an outside  pavilion
where sandwiches and pizzas are made;
we buy a $13 bottle of Red Dirt wine
and a bag of kettle chips at $4.50.
 
We watch the other imbibers,
walking in slow motion tipsy
amplified by summer heat,
others on blankets
eating and laughing
until the alcohol
takes away ambition
to be present. 

Nappy time catches up with
the working class relaxed
under the big sky blue
with baker dozen clouds.
 
A neighbor sign
next to the winery says, 
“We don’t drink and drive
in your neighborhood.” 
 
Helen and I
take our nap
when we get home, 
and when we wake,
 we make supper
together
to  ingest our meal
 on our second floor deck.
 
It
is
summertime
afternoon
perfection.