Landlubbers

Three
	….. huddle in a wet doorway
					……brown bag sipping
								   ….any port in a storm.


								John G. Lawless
								©3/3/2018
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Callus Avatar
March 4, 2018 at 9:57 AM
You portray such a lot in one single line, John. Superb end line! Regards // paul
Turner Avatar
March 3, 2018 at 2:59 PM
I can see them clearly, John. The ending phrase makes the poem!
Allison Avatar
March 3, 2018 at 10:58 AM
I found the imagery sad John thinkig of three down and outs drowning their sorrows with a bottle of cheap cider. Hugs Jan xx
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