|pic above a restaurant toilet, Asheville, NC|
late for work, i don't think
spilt beer will fly
as an excuse
but sit, transfixed
on golden tide,
foam & froth teeth tease the surface,
from the wounded, greatest among them
a lumbering giant on its side
traffic creEps--beEPs, pissSssed
missing life's show, window
Over at dVerse, we are looking at the moments of solitude we find in our lives...and at the pace we run, you take them when you can get them...so this morning, mine was being the first in line to wait at a rolled over beer truck...with thousands of cans rolling down the asphalt, spraying beer into the air. Doors open at 3 pm EST.
And told in 55 words, for my good friend g-man.