Platonic Martini

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sitting on the cut stump of day
sipping from a conical clear glass
flamingo-like on its crystal stem
sundown, elastic shadows of trees,
lovely long and taut across grass
maybe twenty minutes before sun
sinks behind spruce spikes
animating a mountain-wave’s sine
like those of an oscilloscope
capturing electric profiles
of unseen forms as Platonic
as this transparent something in my hand
filled with sloshing invisibility
as I raise it to sip, wondering what it is,
how it is, and what it will be
when shadow falls

Jim Culleny
11/6/20