We’ll Have a Gin and Tonic, a Whiskey Sour, and a Cosmopolitan
Meanwhile, our Halcyon yesterdays are coiling
and unspooling like a breathing thing
in the salt and spritzing sours of the evening.
It all belongs to us, my love,
this dogged hambone happiness,
and this hot honey peach of a sun,
and this wayfarer’s road.
I hope you
get home safe.