Non-poem to a Baul

Non-poem to a Baul

so you speak

of a different wine,

you say there is

nothing

like it

in this world,

naturally, I suspect

you speak of

something divine -

this intoxication

that makes you sway;

but when you pluck the dotara

and cast your voice

at the skies,

like a gambler of the stars,

does the different wine

lose perfume?

must you retreat

to the snaky

legend

of marijuana

in your backyard?