Sealey Challenge breaks my heart on another beautiful day in paradise.
1) Today I drank a slow (half) bottle of wine, temporarily masked, and appropriately socially distanced, on my patio with my friend, Kim. This was a bottle of Firefly red wine, not the Pomelo announced/updated yesterday/this morning.
2) I was struck by these lines in A Slow Bottle of Wine in the poem "Tonight":
I was sixteen when a man first trod
that impossible place of sky and stars...
so soon after reading, in Bruise Songs, by Steve Davenport, in the poem "Dear Happy Ending":
When I was fifteen,
down onto the moon,
dividing it forever
with a flag
and some God.
I was a little younger when this happened but remember the moment, going outside, away from the TV, to stare up at the moon while a man was standing on it.
Halloween poems. Who gnu that two days in a row I'd read poetry chapbooks with Halloween poems in them? American Zero yesterday, and A Slow Bottle of Wine today. With a moment of inescapable Covid reading when I encountered the line "we search for weeks for just the right mask." Sigh...