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Cocktail Hour

Cocktail Hour

By Louise Darcy

Now loneliness is less; within the glass,
Mixed with the olive, lemon or orange rind,
Appears a lovely promise come to pass,
Bright hope that leaves all other hopes behind.
The stem is moist and cool, each moment is new;
The hour hesitates, is overdue.

And yet the clock must move; determined hands
Proceed inexorably across its face;
Inevitably the unfulfilled demands
Present themselves even in this special place.
Within the glass a tepid sediment
Proclaims that loneliness is imminent.

Prairie Schooner, Vol. 21, No. 3 (Fall 1947), p. 311


Louise Darcy was a poet from Biddeford, Maine.

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