glassy shimmer, the surface of my bourbon,
ice cube floats amongst the oily swirls;
Harsh gentle river down my throat
soothing warmth, aromas of pear, coffee and persimmon;
the marvels of man passing through my hand—hands,
glasses raised with a friend, a long night on the back porch,
it's cold out here, the sky is dark and we are shivering,
commotion inside, thoughts escape and smiles are exchanged,
another glass, the laughter swells;