Drinking Alone In Sunlight
A quenching sparkle of water
vodka smiles up
from the bottom of the glass.
Paint me as this garden chair
with nothing in it
but a drinking sky.
Mind has wandered off
to roll around
under the bushy hedgerow.
The groundhog will bring it back
at eventide as the light
slips into its nightgown.
For now
my shadow has slipped behind the sun.
You might ask
where are my friends,
where is my wife,
children and grandchildren?
They are all nearby
on the rim of this glass,
we swim in the icy water
lay content on slices of lime
as the sun grace notes
our reversible hearts.
The day lengthens,
my shadow returns
like a sorry dog
that has roamed too far.
Honeysuckle perfumes
our reunion.
That night
I dream of old Lin Po,
a silhouette
hovers over his round tummy;
like a nightingale it sings
for those who drink
by themselves until the moon
calls time.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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