2022-03-17 #poem-a-day#writing/poetry#draft
sitting alone at the bar nursing a watered down whisky i wonder about lives lived with joy. is that the bright summery cocktail the waiter was selling me on? the pineapple and coconut-wash rum cannot be missed
The sun hot against my neck kissed by the salty sea breeze my ex-lover’s way of making everything seem ok
or maybe it’s the stormy mule a typhoon in every sip a frigid arctic wind ripping saplings torn from mother earth.
no, perhaps the boozy hot toddy comforting, cozy, warms you all night.