Thursday Morning at Greek Row

Your lawn is full of the smell of day old alcohol
and the sun has come up over the grass by now
and the smell is growing bitter
you thought if it kept you alive
it should also work for yard
and while your thumbs stumbled
across your keyboard to wish me
something like a
good night,
I imagined you doing exactly
what you were in fact doing
and replied only to say
"You sure are lucky you met me so early in life."