Fear Beer Mere Here Now she is not frightened of beer that smell he spat … Mere defense of her self then and she says: I am more of a wine person Here They are what she stands for Now helping others Mere goodwill toward Earth A peaceful life Here We walk around the lake and she speaks of life’s liberty and Now we've furnished the room in the attic and for years, we stay right Here
In old bookstores and smoke-filled pubs
I find out about things that have been lost
and slowly learn what some still have
and what they miss.
I lie in bed and
stare at naked feet down at the end
they seem like father’s which I never wanna have
I recall the smell of summer rain on needles
from pines in lands behind the curtain
Or I am anxious to travel back
Sometimes I hear again
the neatly crafted song
with lines that hint
Defiance
In a writing workshop, the prompt was a poem by Yehuda Amichai. I borrowed the title and the second line.
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