The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

The Eyes of the Still

crimson sun
blink
        blink
mother and child
snow
        blink
red traffic light	
blink		blink
blink
school bus
copper toned speckled pavement
	blink
stop sign
	blink 
blink
hard hats
		blink
simmering asphalt
caution tape
blink		blink
wheels go round
	blink	
blink
shoots and morning dew
	blink
crimson sun
blink		blink
i see	i see	i see
still the eyes
		blink
have no clue
blink blink
what to expect
		blink
and beg for more
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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