Beer Can

A
Crushed
Golden Miller beer can
Reflects the
Sunlight
Up and through
My bedroom
Window
Who tossed it there?
I have no clue
Perhaps, a neighbor
Perhaps
A wandering drunk
Or jealous brokenhearted
Lover
It lies in my backyard
I can vaguely read its
Letters, red letters
LIFE is visible
Across it
Some alcoholics often
Mistake Beer
For Life
I do understand their conundrum
But come on!
At least use a recycle bin!

STEAK AND BEER

Today I met my newly appointed step-dad's sister and her friends. She lives in this pretty cool condo that is high up in the mountains. There is a nice mountain view from her backyard. I didn't really talk much. I just sat back, had a few drinks and stared at the scenery. It was one of those rare moments when everything becomes perfectly clear. :-)