Sober Then Drunk Again
On the lightning-struck pin oak,
On the swayed spine of the Blue Ridge,
a little gold leaf.
Once I drank with a vengeance.
Now I drink in surrender.
The thaw cannot keep me from wintering in.
I prepare for death when I should prepare
For tomorrow and the day after
and the day after that.
A clinker of grief where once hung my heart.
The moon's celadon glaze dulls in the morning's cold kiln.
Copyright © 2013 by Eric Pankey
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Reproduced by Poetry Daily with permission