And...Not For The Covering - 2 (Cycle) George Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

today in the bar I ask for it as,
like always, like once with George,
after the beach, when the suntan
ached, and in the eyes sand gleamed...

that 'student' bar had its renown
and pancakes with mushrooms were
even lazier, the sumptuous entire
dessert was poured with the thick

cream, and the beer, was under the
counter and kvass...
there at the corner,
in the news-stand, often cigarettes

'popular' George bought, and
sometimes other...
I am not smoking like in the old days,
although perhaps now, it is even better...

but no longer has George...
and what of it?
I know that he isn't (!) but...
he can see me from above...

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Cycle devoted to my dead friend from youthful years - JN.