Challenging Poetry

wishes and lemonade

I wish I was with you,
watching the sun bleed
pastel fire across the west,
and lemonade at our lips,
cool and sour and sweet
as the first blooms of spring. I wish
I could smile at you
across the table, could talk with
you about little things--
the weather, the pollen in the air--
and big things--why
you're so far away and why
I miss you. I wish such a lot
of things, as I sit here,
watching night roll toward me,
sipping lemonade gone
pale and iceless,
missing you.

April 6—Beverage, libation, liquid…