A Tipple Of Truth Poem by Andrew Dabar

At twilight
On a honeysuckle firefly night
Two southern widows are rocking on front porch chairs
Together but alone with their private thoughts and wistful stares
Snapping beans and sipping muscadine
One pondering nature's show
The other her own reflection in iPhone glow
Until
Blotto
The older (a retired teacher) tipples over
Admonishes the younger
For her duck face selfies
Slurs with learned eloquence:
I say Tomayto
You say Tomahto
But a not so trivial difference exists
Between the two genuses
Photuris and Photinus
Hovering there
Over the hay field
Waiting there
Beneath the playing field
That field of silent schemes
Sickled and scythed
Unnatural nature
A scam mating site
Two cursors blinking on a sultry summer night
With a fake profile
She lures him for awhile
Winking through false eye flashes
Her patterns predaceous
Pollen and nectar not enough
Carnivorous
Her deceptive landing light
Grounds his flight
Into the grass
Where at easy last
Potayto eats Potahto
A distasteful survival mechanism
Wouldn't you say?
Double dosing on her victim's toxins
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Andrew Dabar