at six o'clock

i took a glass of bourbon from the flame
and threw it to the moon

waning crescent 
39% luminous

spell cast
conjuring
conjuring
holdfast

there now
we are here
now
the other side of missing smells of snow forecast
pink twilight calling night
Joni playing looping unmoving
there now
we are here
now

there is no ache
no yearn
no burn
for that golden field

the thread remains
longing wanes

becoming a glass full of the smell of leaves burning
waiting to be sipped with long-eared owls & secrets
sharp
tine is wasting--waiting
can you taste it on the back of your tongue?
ahh ... you still taste me

throw it to the moon with a glass of bourbon at half past six

conjuring the other side of missing