Red beers
So here we are,
The sun is burning the stones
Along the river wall. But still
I will walk to the bar in the square.
I will drink « une petite Grim rouge »
The red beer glowing like a ruby
In the gilded glass.
I sit indoors although the terrace
Is shaded and with a slight breeze.
I need the quiet seat to write.
These are days when I sit
and watch life slide past
And drink red beer
and wave hello as friends walk past.
Kim James
6/7/2026
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