The saluting recluse

there’s at least one drop
at the bottom of every bottle.
enough for a mild shot
to inflame a lifeless tongue.
lessening the light from
an already dull bulb,
this solitary shot
dissolves company,
for there had been none.
relish the quality of each drop,
before their departure,
to waste.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s