1
With love
With alcohol
Or with alprazolam
It has little to do
With any of that
It is a different kind of inebrity
A Mediterranean drunkenness
As those who know it
Are well aware
One from which
You never wish to sober up
2
On a summer afternoon
All of a sudden
You feel like drinking the Mediterranean
You don't, of course
You settle instead for a glass
Of cold, rosé Mediterranean wine
3
Sharing meals
Drinking iced tea and coffee
Going for walks
Making love and napping
With my grateful woman
At towns and cities
By the Mediterranean seashore
As often as possible
So that I might write poems
That are more masterful
And more noticeable
About the exciting Mediterranean
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