Down on the corner
when the sun sets
stands a bar
of much propriety
My “Cheers” of a sort
where I can go
and not feel alone
yet talk to no one
Except Joe
the bartender
and king of
the lonely hearts
a genius
at listening
to what’s said
and unsaid
Oswald’s
last of the taverns
long may it reign
for gypsy souls
like mine
For April, I am challenging myself to both #NaPoWriMo but also the #AtoZChallenge.
This is my personal blog about being present and in the moment and working to keep this fire within me burning.
