Buckfast
Breaking hours,
light flickering
between gray torrents,
restrained luminosity.
(otherwise too glorious)
Oh but your shine
when I see, dazzling
of it’s own volition,
your introspection
so damn zen.
(no axe to grind)
It seems as if
you’re waiting with such
pretty nonchalance,
you couldn’t care
less if I notice.
(quintessential bliss)
Like last week
‘cross an aisle
on clocky orange,
I pretended
not to notice you,
took your picture.
(due to vibrancy)
And last night
at the bus stop,
and again at the new
restaurant, a man
held you tightly
while he grinned.
(the one in Southside)
F**** !
I don’t wanna like you
but I kinda like you.
Accepting providence
of what comes easy- you!
With your tales
of life’s shake downs
and full-throttle bends,
oh emerald bottle
(of Buckfast) you win!
Copyright © Erin Beckett | Year Posted 2023
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