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Sips
by Glenn CurrierIs it being American
I want it in one big gulp?
It seems I think I can
get it buying in bulk.
What will it take to learn
it is not in big long trips
or even in Christmas fern
but in tiny brown drips
of leaves or washing dishes,
in the footfalls of a walk,
hearing a child’s wishes,
driving or elevator talk.
It is in the moment I find
staying for a lunar eclipse
or enjoying an old red wine
drinking in tiny sips. 12/15/2009 Posted on 12/15/2009
Copyright © 2026 Glenn Currier
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| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/16/09 at 12:59 AM Ah yes, we do tend to run fast toward the end grabbing with our hands as we run, missing the entire point of existence. And I still haven't really learned. Thanks for the reminder Glenn. But I sip wine slowly. |
| Posted by V. Blake on 12/16/09 at 01:23 AM I guess the message here is that I should stick to beer, and life will be easier. ;) |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/17/09 at 05:34 PM Fun read Glenn. Almost Dr. Seussish in its playfulness. Merry Christmas! I'll be taking some small sips of wine also over the holiday season. :o) |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 12/18/09 at 05:18 AM Hi Glenn,
Great write.
Yeah, it's best to that it in with just little sips, specially if it's something one really enjoys. Fun & sweet. :)
Merry Christmas & A Happy New Year. |
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