She had mentioned, in our talking,
a drink, a whiskey ginger, that she
had had, at a place, I don't remember
where, and I thought, well, and I invited
her, after procuring the things, the most
choicest of organic ginger, (what? bulbs?),
and organic ginger ale, and, of course,
Evan, Green, and anyway, I did the inviting,
and the invitation was accepted, and she
came, and the tools I had were all wrong
for extracting the juices from the ginger,
(root, the root), and then I put in too much
ginger ale, way too much, even though
we had said we both hated that sort of
heavy handedness, and I was flustered,
but I played it off, because I was so glad for
the company, and we sat in the grass,
under the christmas lights I had strung
along the clothes line, and we talked,
and the gentle wind off the river,
and the baby cherries on the cherry tree,
and a Chesire moon,
and a pretty girl
is my new friend.
