Reflections from the Bar

Reflections from the Bar

I found myself again beside the lounging bar tucked into a corner a pause ... between the spars.

Around the lounge were many many that I have known the long and shorts of memories still clash as nights go on.

Over overbearing and over by a door stands a frightened figure beaming confidence assured weaving fables fruitlessly to deaf mutes by the score. In, spirited conversations sit others near and far trying to find each-other or who the hell they are.

The lady framed by windows has sealed her life awhile mirrored by reflections she'd give another try 'round a course or back again, 'till full circles say goodbye.

There's blue-jeans dancing speakers like waves between the rocks that come then go a dancing life's music never stops.

I found myself again beside the lounging bar tucked into a corner a pause between the spars. I thought I remembered others some from other-times gone by the warmth was radiating dancing with the highs.

Around the lounge were many many that I have known, the long and shorts of memories still clash as nights go on.

Daniel Howe.