The bartender smiled
like a death in the family
and poured me two shots
and passed me two beers.
She knew what was best
but had a job to do.
Once more around the park.
I ascended into the darkness
chin to sternum
and sat
and drank
alone.
'Stop looking, '
I said to myself,
and I did.
I was discovered
after twenty minutes
or so,
but I didn't look.
I didn't even think about her
until right now.
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