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Poem for Wednesday and Colonial Fair


The Best Drink
By Lee Upton

The afternotes: orange, a little frangipani,

and then something harsh and mineral:

an old jug rutted out of the ruins of a lost chapel.

But first it was like drinking spring water

lathed by rocks fatty with quartz.

No, it’s inexplicable,

even the way that drink spared our feelings.

That drink liked loneliness and appreciation, lingering appreciation.

Just thinking about that drink creates a kind of yearning

that douses you like sea spray.

I drank that drink and was convinced my body

was flying of its own accord, and why not?

The myth of Icarus is an ugly story

retold and retold and retold

by someone resentful who wasn’t able to drink

the best of the drinks we ever drank.

There was a clear sky in that glass and shaggy pines

and a bit of snowmelt doused in a fire,

and soon a blue shawl drew itself from the rim

and brimmed over us both, and something caught

inside our throats and was released—some old grief.

A grief that, possibly, didn’t even come from us. Or even from our ancestors.

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Cheryl came over on Tuesday morning and we went to meet Jill and Toni at the New Deal Cafe in Greenbelt, which has an all-vegan menu including plant-based Italian sausage that is awesome! We had a lovely long lunch catching up on things, then Cheryl and I came back to my house (after a work-related stop at the post office) and watched Isn't It Romantic, which she hadn't seen and I like. After she headed home, Paul and I had Beyond Burgers and watched the Nationals beat the Cardinals. From Mount Vernon last weekend, some of the Colonial Fair:

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