One Last Drink
On a barstool
somewhere
in a lost America
with a stranger
who calls me friend
All options
dwindling
my fate in his hands
—and nearly at the end
(Choteau Montana: Ranger Jacks Bar, August 2004)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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