restore

restore

the old bottling machine 

started up again today

after weeks of silence

built solid but worn 

by modern demand 

with replacement parts

and care, she picked up

humming where she'd 

left off

the comforting rhythm of 

glass clink and cork

workers moving along 

to the music of wine's beginning

pausing only for smoke breaks 

under heat lamps in the gravel yard

yes, our old bottling line 

started up again today

like the voice of a much-loved

and faithful friend, a smile on my

face before i even realize i am 

singing along

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