Doesn’t Come in a Box

some people go silver

at twilight,

and some go grey,

and practically no one

goes golden

at dusk

–until they dye—

(an OTC crapshoot you buy yourself)

but there is a choice right at sunset if you strain your I’s,

and factor daily specials

into your

Happy Hour selection.

to order—paradoxically—the collapsing color of it all

a Bud Light, I love you, man, moment,

that gleams glamorously in the gloam

–well, as glamorous as ail gets–

or Old-Fashioned bucket heavy hit with Bitters that fades without polish

–twinkle*twinkles 2–

just taupe to bottom

of a glass half-empty

when silver service is preferred in

the finer houses all along

–the watchtower, for example–

where refills

happen without prompting,

and no one ever really dyes.


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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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