The Bar
You will see me stopping here
To watch this bar fill up with laughter
Between the darkest evening of the year
And the dusty light that has drawn us near.
You must think my accent is strange
Mumbling sounds in a downy lake
With effectual ease and hoary winding age
For a stranger to ask if there is some mistake.
Although your acquaintance is lovely
This red street is dangerously dark and deep
And I have far to go before I sleep in the ally
Where fear is the only other sound to weep.
At the collects bar, the tourist ask
Whose drinks are these you did not know?
I could only see the glow in the glasses
filled with deadly ice-cold snow.
The moment finally came after living hard
with poise and strength, and gritted teeth,
In all the dangers you have survived
breathless bodies in paradise plated in the heat
Blood on the bar appears to most as sauve
The center of activity to be loved and hate
With dark clouds and lights lowered above
Red ground, saddest verge feels the weight.
Copyright © Gerald Legister | Year Posted 2022
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