Whiskey Wednesday

Written by: Glen Enloe

Monday nights
Are India pale ale,
Tuesdays
Stouts & porters.

Then comes
Whiskey Wednesday
& seven –
Tawny death
In slow sips.

You wonder
How it comes:
Sudden
Moonshine, 
Stinging & harsh

Or in Canadian mists,
Buffalo traces, wild
Turkeys
Feral as forests

Or soft & rummy-- 
An easy sweet
Slipping to nothingness,
The last liqueurs
Liquid as eyes
Seeping silently
Through rye rivers
Rapidly rushing
Toward night.