Renee K. Nicholson

Dinner Party, Cheat Lake

It was a night with no moon, and Graeme’s telescope
focused, not at stars or planets
but at the neighbor’s fancy pepper mill
and a ruby-red wine glass on the table.  You were
two hours and a river-crossing away, probably dancing
or eating or adding more tequila to the pre-mixed
margaritas.  I spied: the table’s woodgrain
the way the dimmed lights settled in the red goblet.
We stood on the back deck, cold and wet from spring rain
the sky cloud-covered sifting east, maybe dipping
south.  The clouds the only thing to travel from you
to me, until the next day, the break in cover, a ringtone
and then, of course, the gravel-crunch
of your voice.










Renée K. Nicholson is a former ballet dancer and current ballet instructor in Morgantown,
West Virginia.  Her poems, fiction, and non-fiction have appeared or are forthcoming in
Chelsea, Mid American Review, The Honey Land Review, Paste, Naugatuck River Review and
The Gettysburg Review, other journals and anthologies.


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