South Fork Poetry: Not Tonight, Dear

By Bruce Buschel

We were cleaning up the dinner
dishes with heads full of wine 
(and fantasies). Out of nowhere 
she said she had found a powdery 

mildew on her clematis. Gulp. 
I scoured the pots with extra gusto.
Then she muttered something 
about needing platycodon. Message 

received. Loud and clear. When all 
the dishes were tucked away she
asked if fritillaria would be okay with
me. Hot damn. Back in business! 

Bruce Buschel is a writer, producer, and director who lives in Bridgehampton.