We watched the flames leap out of the muzzle and took them for a sign,
unfathomable, totalizing, spectral,
baby lights dancing into the evening sky.
You looked at me and swore your working days were done,
I shall be a poet and a drunk, you said, lifting your cup to the stars,
the world will sponsor me to never give up.
But I knew it was the wine that got to you that night.
The next morning, as we ferried away from the black island of Stromboli,
only awkwardness and guilt emanated f