Ode To Paty Poem by Godfrey Torrance

A bra hangs
From a tree so bare
The dead of winter
Makes the leaves retreat
from the now abandoned branches

The ghosts of the sidewalk
Come and go
From the jet black benches

Cigarette butts
Engulf the pavement
Stomped out
By the extremity of ash

Words said
Stories told

A blur of figures
Come and go
The day and night
Filled with memories
Made by life

A room filled
With friends
Brothers
A bond unbroken
A drunken love
The truth reveals
Sober thoughts

A community of solitude
The first name basis
Of the occupants
That remain, instilled

The rusty stairs
That spiral up
A labyrinth of ascension
amidst a niche of silent thinkers

A home planted in history
Its foundations strong
Bringing them together
All along.