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distillation
bathed in steam from a mash tun
wood grain planks cushioned my trip
backwards intoxicated by dreams
of copper, steel, and aged bourbon oak
the way his hair smelled as we crested
a briny mix of perspiration
lemon peel and coriander bath soap
by our harvested botanicals
in the shade of a juniper tree
waves of pleasure dissipating
at low tide the passing of time
i wonder if he still breathed
the same way near the end
full as the moon in twilight skies
head and tail cast aside
heart cooling slowly
parting ways with the angel's share
it felt like only yesterday
i was surprised to receive the news
