Wine on the Escape, Old Italian couple in their
yard,Pastas in the kitchen, While Neruda was our
bard.Friends, Family, Guests galore, Roomies - good and
bad,A simple life - less was more; little pleasures and
memories were had.It is tough to let you go, erase what was and wipe
the slate,But in the present lies the future, 'Wines
on other Escapes' I have to create! *
* My two-cent tribute, to my first apartment in the city.