Poem To A Glass Of Bourbon Poem by Greg Dennison

My glass sits beneath the bar's dim light.
A brim of substance beneath my fingers.
As the light gleams from one edge of the brim to the other, a sea rests between.
As brown as the skin of my girl across town.
One fragile edge rounded to another, an endless circle with a universe below, between.
Another drink & I set my glass down, watching as the whiskey trickles down the glass like a sheet of rain flecked upon a window looking
out into a lonely world.