Tuesday, May 31, 2022

Harry’s Bar by John Drudge

The night was warm
With a light wind
Blowing off the lagoon
Down the narrow walkways
Across bridges
And over canals
Through a thousand
Endings and beginnings
Where romance
Suffuses with the glow
Of one more story
In the twists and turns
Of another Venice night
Pushing through the crowds
Of St. Marks
Across the square
To Harry’s Bar
Where I saw beyond eternity
For a moment
That night
And fell deeper in love
With you




John is a social worker working in the field of disability management and holds degrees in social work, rehabilitation services, and psychology.  He is the author of four books of poetry: “March” (2019), “The Seasons of Us” (2019), New Days (2020), and Fragments (2021). His work has appeared widely in numerous literary journals, magazines, and anthologies internationally. John is also a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee and lives in Caledon Ontario, Canada with his wife and two children.


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