count it out, Mister
Nice of you
unlocking the back door
in secret
Me blowing in
the tail end of winter
Dried out leaves
frozen to the ground
stars seem half-lit
& thanks again
for the generous pour
the single candle flickering
on the bar
For saying you appreciate my company.
Susan Isla Tepper is a writer in all genres and a Playwright.
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