Drink And Drown Poem by Ian Bowen
Drink And Drown
Shaded by ancient trees
the avenue wakes
as shopkeepers pull down
their multi-striped blinds.
Early coffee drinkers
dip silver spoons
into tiny cups
and stir life with a tinkle.
The new sun sends signals
to todays dusty streets;
that there will be no let up
in its skin-warming glory.
I order another coffee,
and drink and drown
in the atmosphere
of this Summer city.
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4/19/2024 10:39:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
What's a 'singnal'? It's amazing how much banality can be packed into a few lines. -LP