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.