Survivors

Survivors

Sunday, January 1, 2017

The Cocktail Hour


© 2016 Steve King
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Old Fashions will sometimes suffice
to thaw this frozen writer’s ice.

Wine upholds me, in a pinch,
but rarely moves my pen an inch.

Brandy, Bourbon, Single Malt—
they stir my spirits to a fault.

But one Martini, every time,
amends my meter, rights my rhyme.



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