Blur

Sunday, November 11th, 2012

Through the blur of beer I watch a woman’s shadow

at the bar as her hand hesitates

over a phone and the voice

of the bartender interrupts whatever

each of us was thinking about in

this movement of a moment,

our almost final glass.

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