Tuesday, March 29, 2022

clarity in troubled times By Keith Pearson


he found himself
in an alley
a place he had
never been
an empty bottle
of 7 mules
in his coat pocket.

someone elses coat
his left sock gone
no hat.

all he could
remember
was drinking
from her cup
that look in her eye
&
the strangest colors
in the
western sky.



Keith Pearson
I live in southern New Hampshire and works with special ed students at a local high school.

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