Smoke
The oaken barrel’s inside
is smoked to charcoal. Raw whiskey fills it,
the char imparts that smoky flavor.
Uncapping the bottle, I let the bourbon
and water mingle in the glass.
I sit in the over-stuffed chair,
drink in hand. After a sip
of the golden liquor,
I inhale deeply, let the smoke drift.
Brillig: a micro lit magazine
2025
