dry ice

I feel centered
sitting at the corner
of this hotel bar

Sharing scotch
with melting ice,
attitude thawing to amber

That’s not to say
all’s golden
or going mellow

More like local stains
evaporate slightly
and allow

soaking up
the news
of the global village,
in the company of strangers


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