the label screamed
bold colours shining
all you need
and more
popping the top
ready for fizz
sparkle, what was
promised
I lifted the can
thirsty lips parted
head tilted just
enough to receive
the quenching
all you need and more
the promise, broken
as dry sand poured
taking breath
leaving only
less
responding to the tweetspeak Poetry bottled and canned prompt surprise
and back at the bar tonight, hanging with the poets
