In the crater of an August moon

[Todd]

Great title and solid poem, Keith. I need to think about it some more. One quick change that occurred to me: Perhaps change that in line 2 to then. It gives more of a sense of movement in the poem. It's a small thing I know. Enjoyed this.

Best,

Todd

My wine glass catches a burnt sky
that pours lilac over pan fried sea bass,
couples clink and chat laughter
as the lonely ocean plays with silver.

A sturgeon moon scoops waves
high over the last strip of sand
fading colours into reflections
of bleached sun-bathed days.

The heady pull of memory's crush
holds scented hands bound by bracelets,
wrapped in the drift of distant music.

I smile looking down beyond your chair,
until the dry drips of an empty bottle
make me look up.