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gnarly twisted trunks
tethered outstretched arms give life
crimson juice-filled fruit
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Author Notes
I thought of Dad as I pruned the eight grape plants for the last time a few weeks ago. That's what he would have done to prepare the beautiful spot for the new owners. As I pulled weeds on the brick path under the arbor, I did keep my eyes peeled for garden snakes, though! They have been known to love it in that shade, too. I have my own grape vineyard now--seedless Concords. We carry on the tradition and, every harvest, steam over six dozen quarts of juice. In fact, I am sipping on a glass right now!
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