If the Moon Wrote an Ode to Club Soda:

It’s the way that your bubbles
effervesce the days troubles
and convert perfect strangers to kin.

How you giggle and dance
on your way down the hatch

to mingle with
tangerine friends.

How you marvel the luck–
being un-bottled up

with nothing but
white space
to hold ‘ya.

Club soda.


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