borei p'ri hagafen

i wonder what the others feel
when drinking wine or grape juice.
it's strange, i know--it tastes to me
like comfort, love, identity--
the fruit of the vine, warm chanukkah nights,
long seder blessings and dreidels that spin

so i wonder as i look around
a room full of jesus and juice--
does it taste of fruit and nothing more?
i wonder.

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