I'm convinced more and more
about what I never see, that the bartender
and the bar allow something
that truly is like
the shrink, the priest,
the music man.
People share.
My friend is dying.
Or, I held a daughter in my hands.
Music is played.
Wine, and then some more.
Monday, September 9, 2013
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