Gallantry

by Christopher Gallinari

Resuscitate that moribund brand.
If a sidewalk fills with businessmen,
each trudging to his desk
and a flask of small-batch bourbon,
turn around.
Carry the laughter of a woman
through the puddles on your shoulders.
Push a lost automobile from the mud.
Join the broad stripe of rugby,
one part gallantry, two parts broken nose.
Look dashing as you extend your hand.
Enter that hotel ballroom.
You will drink what your father drank.


Christopher Gallinari urges you to enjoy poetry responsibly.