Last night I dreamed of quinine,
And of all the elaborate ruses
We use to make it palatable.

Two bottles, both alike in dignity,
On fair verandah where I lay
My scene, in a summer evening
Too pleasant to ring true.

Crystal glass caught light
Bright enough to illuminate
The end of days, the final departure
Of a time capsule of memories
From hopeless earth to hopeful sky.

And when I awoke, the darkness
Was more complete as it hid
From imaginary sunshine behind
The dark side of the world.

The taste remained in my mouth,
In my memory, in the minutes
Before dawn broke in once again.

08/08/2020

Posted on 09/14/2020
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