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Three Martinis
for J.L.
Dry
Life is served up with trace amounts of youth —
the ratio of vodka to vermouth.
Dirty
You asked for it. Again. An old mistake.
Dirt never settles or grows less opaque.
Perfect
Bitter and sweet may seal their win-win deal
but the wee hours ready its repeal.
from The Cortland Review
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Radio
I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark
from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman
I love the Sinatra allusion in Dralyuk's odd use of the phrase, "the wee hours." A bittersweet allusion just like the drink.
Posted by: Dana Gioia | February 10, 2024 at 01:19 PM