So Spring rain droops into the bar
proposes like a drunken miner
in love for a quickie
then drags off to a night in jail
after a swaying fight in the alley
leaving behind his soggy butts
his piss, his handful of change
in the blood on the tabletop
and tells you not to cry:
he’ll be back.
A(d) verse complaint
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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else?
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