this morning i
tore the top off the jones bottle you gave me
heard the seal break with finality
watched bubbles rise like childhood hopes
through blue, true as friendship
remembered rainbows upon window sills
rimming spring peepers and thunderstorms
raised the glass to my lips
swallowed soda, sweet like river dreams
ripped the picture off the empty bottle
read my fortune: "lady luck will soon visit"
felt a tear slide
toasted cheers to you, kindred spirit
kindred spirits, we.