Poets in town, just traveling through on a national tour. I thought I'd chauffer the two women (and their butler / driver) to the reading and later to dinner where they salted their plates like ordinary mortals. I bought them wine which they drank from glasses not jugs. I could drink two jugs a day but now I watch the poets sip their wine. Where there is food and people and wine there is always not enough time to tell all the stories, share the information, laugh and listen. The water swirled around the wharf like deep dark red wine. The poetry on Mars is just ok, the poems from Venus are sublime.