While I don’t want to wake
with the same despair
there’s less than two sips
shy of a consensus here;
you drink your Perrier –
I’ll stay with The Glenlivet!
The hushing sound you hear
is the rain – I won’t be
needing another drink;
I am bathed inside and out
with the same pure waters,
liberally cleansed...
© 14 September 2008, I. D. Carswell
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