At the Pub

At the Pub

A Poem by T. F. Rice

 

At the Pub

 

Sad hounds

at the bar

lounging

wear their eyes

low

and only move

their lips slow

at the sound of

pouring liquid,

glasses clinking.

 

Time

is just another

                                      hound drinking,

                                      the long-eared ladies

taken by his

rapid blink and

           lowly distinction.

Credits: Orig. publ. in Small Towns Are Not So Small, TFRice, 2008.

© 2008 T. F. Rice


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nice job
poor puppy

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T. F. Rice
T. F. Rice

Wyoming County, NY



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T. F. Rice lives with her husband and their teenage son in a small town in New York state in the U.S. She also lives with her creative clutter -- she presses flowers for making candles and cards, recy.. more..

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