i felt like a whiskey bottle

walking in the woods
down the single track
sweat dropping from my fingertips
sweat rolling down my back
spider webs around
the sun overhead
my little dog is plenty hot
she's missing what i said
no one is watching
we're traveling slow
we both were younger once upon
a thousand years ago
after many miles
swimming in a creek
i felt like a whiskey bottle
that didn't spring a leak
and there was the car
a bone and a key
the bartender poured you a wine
and a cold beer for me.