Johnny asleep

“The Right Ratio” 

The birds in a V-pattern

and the denuded tree with a dozen mighty branches

skeletal against the light blue sky

three varieties of purple in the distance

as the sun sets, and the birds exchange notes.

My dog Johnny falls asleep at my feet

on the terrace. I sip my drink and think:

just as having an even tiny portion of your portfolio

in bonds can help your long-term performance,

so even a few drops of dry vermouth

will improve your martini.

from Freeman’s on LitHub

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Author: The Best American Poetry