We collect ornaments
And forgotten mementos
Like magpies and crow's
Searching, hunting, tracking
They line my bar, some up some down
For quick and speedy use
A bitter bottle made of glass with a silver top
One dash and a splash
Modifying a drink
A spoon for stirring
Measuring and pleasuring
The eyes and a flick of the wrist
I stir, always circular
Always smooth
A jigger for the control of moving liquid
Fluid and streaming
Different shapes different sizes
More precise than my eyes
A juicer for squeezing
Fresh fruit, lemons and limes
A constant rhythm
Press and discard
The spent empty shell
A muddler for pounding
And crushing soft summer fruits
Sugar too
A shaker for that dance I do
One, two, one, two hard and fast
Mixing ingredients that don't always get along
It can be heard over the gentle
Buzz of customers conversations
The center piece of my bartenders show
A strainer, julep or hawthorne
For holding back the unwanted and unneeded
Letting the concoction that I have mixed
Flow freely and neatly into the open mouth of the glass
A glass, a vessel
The voyage of me too you
Clean and always cold
A canvas on which I paint
My love my joy
I hope it conveys the little things
that I appreciate
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