Sunday in CinCity. The Or Mid-January Edition.

The Bloody Mary


by Susan Donnelly



Sunday in late December

calls for one, with a celery stalk

and faint taste of Worcestershire,

to be sipped while eating

poached egg and corned beef hash,

in a hotel dining room

with someone you love. Touch

the hairs at his wrist

as the warmth endorses

all bed-lingering, non-churchgoing.

It's the solstice, remember,

when your frugal father

would hand around dollar bills

so the day would last longer.

Stir ice into the rich red

and consider such Celtic rituals,

as you watch, beyond the tall windows,

pilgrims traveling the paths

past snow-fringed trees in the park.


please note: photography by Marc Piasecki

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Hey, thanks for your thoughts and your time:>)

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