Double Poem by Jose Armando Guzman

Double



I was going to meet Sofia at a dive bar. I sat waiting nursing a scotch on the rocks. She seemed like a good enough female. She wore her hair short and classy. Her figure was slender and intoxicating but there was something more. Sofia had a certain grace in her movements and the way she spoke was truly mesmerizing. The whole world was in front of us. She was like a breath of fresh air. I waited for her but she never walked through the door. It was an act of grace. I asked the barmaid for a double.

Tuesday, January 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: drinking
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Jose Armando Guzman

Jose Armando Guzman

Nogales, Sonora Mexico
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