Monday, January 25, 2010

dark bacardi

Maybe that’s the way they did things
Or maybe it wasn’t. I couldn’t remember
How these situations were
Supposed to go.
There were some wet palms
And some pills
And some money
And some things on the table that
We all tried to ignore
For as long as possible until
The night crept up and something
Had to be done,
Glances exchanged and the smiles
Continued but they
Curled on the faces a little harder,
Or a little softer depending
And through the window across from
The table you could see some rabbit
Tracks in the snow and then some
What looked like
cat tracks
Going across the lawn and under the
Neighbours front porch and then
Just the cat tracks coming out a few
Feet to the left
And I know I wasn’t the only one to notice
And wonder whos tracks were going
To be coming out
Of here
last
or who's went in first
so we just sat
and waitited
and
smiled.

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