The Snifter

The Snifter by Ralph Sergi© I dropped the snifter in the sink It shattered and I cursed my clumsy hand and thought about my past the times I filled the glass and puffed my Corona between tiny sips and nips of time recalled in Philly when I sat in my house that left a residue of friendly aromas I would stare at the glass the brandy's deep brown and not a sound except for the smoke being slowly wooshed out of my mouth as I watch it rise now time is remote until I drink again to the Memory