Whisky On a Wednesday
You cannot begin to write a book on a Wednesday
especially this week that has its own tales to tell,
there being no room for more.
Between those snowy pages, let silence wait
for its voice,
for now keep a date with a timeless mind.
A story may rise up before you;
become awake before your eyes open.
Let it decant, download, ferment,
while you mull your spirit a little.
For a while be a stone Buddha,
with a soft listening heart.
Pour some ice into warm liquor,
watch Wednesday arrive and pass
as mute as evening snow.
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