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
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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