Sunday, June 28, 2009

At the Saucer


Beer flows freely
And music
And conversation
Winds between

Guards are raised
And lowered
Quickly or slowly
As the minutes tick by

In fleeting connections
And chance encounters
Friendships flourish
And great loves

And plates on walls
Tell stories
Of many glasses raised
Of the passage of time

And I sit
In a crowd tonight
But sometimes solitary
And ponder what it means

1 comment:

LceeL said...

That last stanza says so much to me - I have been there - I know the feeling intimately. Excellent piece.