Whiskey & Soda

There is a tiny bottle. Always
this measured dose of whiskey
for the turning of Friday night.
She empties it into a tumbler,
bottomed with crushed ice,
discharged from the hungry mouth
of the refrigerator.
Then adds a spritz of soda water
from their antique seltzer bottle.
A relic:
Gift from a friend long dead
for a wedding long past.
She sips her scotch and soda
in front of the television,
watches whatever he is watching:
the middle of a game or movie,
This does not matter - like walking.