Whiskey Tears

Brazen light seen
Through half closed
Bloodshot eyes
Late summer’s indolant heat
And whiskey clouds roll
Across the horizons
Of the half blind

A boy at play, an airplane
Swoops through
Flowing fields of grain
His pumping heart beats
In time with my mine
Hot breath speeds
The pain of loss.
Through eyes that see
Once again
Life refracted
Through whiskey tears.

© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com

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