Monday, July 26, 2021

A Walk To Bliss

At dusk after a hard day's work I walked to the closest packie in Hudson. There wasn't a car in the parking lot. The bells of a nearby church rang five times. Five O'Clock. They can't have close at 5 But it was a Monday Then I spotted a lit OPEN sign. I purchased a pint of Vodka And returned to Warren Street. No one was the Sidewalk. Not even a dog. I muttered about squares, However this life has taken a toll On the flesh and soul. I drank in the backyard. Vodka and tonic. Toasting the past and the future Along with the rest of us: The wounded, the fallen, and the forgotten. Here's to us all.

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