Wednesday, December 14, 2022

TWO GLASSES By Kenneth Pobo


Oh well, another night,

you upstairs working on your computer,

me working downstairs on mine.  

Same house but we seem 

miles apart, electronically separated.  


9:15. Time to leave the machines, 

meet in the living room, and enjoy 

a martini.  We disagree on the glass.  

You like the traditional 

(why is this not a surprise?) 

with the slim stem.  I like a small tumbler, 

the blue one my favorite.  It’s like 

a drink of sky.  Thirty years ago, 


we used to clink our glasses, 

say Cheers.  Now we talk about 

Peggy Lee or scary news stories, 

olive speared, ice diminishing.





Kenneth Pobo (he/him) is the author of twenty-one chapbooks and nine full-length collections.  Recent books include Bend of Quiet (Blue Light Press), Loplop in a Red City (Circling Rivers), Lilac And Sawdust (Meadowlark Press), and Lavender Fire, Lavender Rose (BrickHouse Books). Opening is forthcoming from Rectos Y Versos Editions.

 

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