November 11, 2019
"Mes de los Muertos"

 

Each Sip

 
 
 

Each Sip

each sip of whiskey is distinct
there's a reason they call it the water of life

tonight it's 50s streets without reason
ornery
winter waiting
but no summer in evidence

the knowledge that you're okay
but don't want to be

and the night keeps rolling past
on pistons

scheming their way into some unimaginable party

your tongue whetted
for the mountain






Article © Robin Wyatt Dunn. All rights reserved.
Published on 2019-02-25
Image(s) are public domain.


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