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The dawn bends
Crookedly.
The music is quieted.
The tavern is closing,
despite my inner appeals
to the contrary.

The busy barkeep announces:
“You don’t have to go home,
But you can’t stay here!”

He has no need
to shout
I am the only one
here, for God‘s sake.

The barkeep appears again
carrying empty
rattling cups
They sound like music
played on bones
He turns them upside down .

“Perhaps you would like some tea?
There is a place catty corner from here.”
He points to the east,
The same direction as the door.
I follow his finger.
The morning light scratches
the edges of the door.

“I prefer coffee to stay awake.
It works faster…” I say
foolishly and too loud.
I blush and
move toward
The exit sign.

I will meet the morning
with all its potentialities
A little drunk, smiling,
clothes slightly askew
moving in a zig zag
into the brightness.






 

Reviews

[Sarah]

This is so unique and full of vivid description. The story itself is simple and yet holds so much emotion and loneliness within it, left up to the imagination. One of my favorite lines was "The morning light scratches
the edges of the door." That's gorgeous. The first stanza is also a favorite. (: I really enjoyed all of this, though, great job!!!