It's the bite of Jim Beam bourbon, the shock
of
recognition after a long run of Chardonnay,
that
I am drawn to, since my internist slapped me
with
a two drink limit when I turned eighty, as if,
well,
two drinks are enough for anyone my age,
still
in OK health but living under an umbrella
of
countless meds, both OTC and prescribed,
some
of which, I suppose, must work counter
to
alcohol consumed above the two drink cap
in place.
So, what to do but concede, pretending my
life––
be that as it is–– is, sadly enough, enough
incentive.
Ronald Moran has poems in current or forthcoming issues of Asheville Poetry Review, Southern Poetry Review, and Tar River Poetry. He recently learned that three of his poems will be included in a yet to be titled anthology published by Furman University. Last March Ronald was inducted into Clemson University’s CAAH Hall of Fame.
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