Twilight Beers

We all fall apart, if need be, & drift—

Drift like a soggy box in River’s grip

 

We all have watched the fireflies—

I told you, once, over twilight beers,

“Cut it out, if need be”

 

You know why—

A flight down, you kept stumbling.

 

Too many stars out of reach

Of your sprawling fingers—too much

Trailing fire in the maudlin sky.

 

 

 

 

 

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