Pisco Poem by Timmy Curran
Pisco
Oh Bliss! What is this?
A treasure found in the ice box
left by a smiling Chilean,
who introduced a new liquid
to the polluted bloodstreams
Did he forget it?
Or is he a simple, polite man?
Either way, the gift is now
in foreign hands
and down a thankful gullet
Praise to him,
the smiling Chilean for leaving his mark,
leaving his potion, greasing the wheels
that were stuck in perpetual boredom
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