Vodka

Something stirs inside of me and I need to get up

This is how it begins, always, every time

So I move about slowly, searching

There isn’t any reasoning to it, this just happens

Then, without warning I arrive at my finding

A bottle of vodka, purchased a while back

This was purchased and saved with very good intentions

This would be opened and consumed at a special time

But, like always, no time like the present

And not a reason to wait

Uncap, pour in glass, dive right in

Forget about the special time

For now, with this in hand

Has become special

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

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