Guinness

For Jim

(Being uncertain as to his tipple of choice, amongst other things, I take poetic licence in the semi-light)

Leaving one world for another and
Upon arrival, he, finding no scarcity
Of boozy chums, old and new,
Thrusts hands deep into pockets
Suddenly swollen large
And erupts into irrepressible laughter,
Declaring the Guinness ‘very, very good’.

September 2004

Footnote: some winters deal a hard blow