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A smooth languid pour
With a thin frothy head
Clearing as I stare
Into the bullseye from overhead
Leveling the glass
I gaze in wonder
A column of spiraling bubbles
Each minuscule
Yet, identifiable
Unique
Constantly flowing
From the concave center of
The crystal chalice they crest
A pink pool of jubilation
Spheres too fine to burst
Radiate across the surface
Crawling up around the edges
Waiting to tickle nostril and lip
Bursting with crisp fruity scent
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.




Comments (2)
This is such a beautiful and detailed look at something so simple.
I do adore a nice champers. Cristal, pls 🥂🥂🥂