old bartender
gone with the bar . . .
on the way home
thirsty for the things
I’ve never had
a glass
and a bottle of wine
in the dawnlight
alone
with my demons
Atlas Poetica, 33, 2018
One Man's Maple Moon: Winter Dusk Tanka by Marion Alice Poirier
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*English Original*
in winter dusk
an ocean flows between us ...
I play our song
and wonder, can you hear it
beneath the sickle moon?
Marion Alice Poirier
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