Archive for October 30, 2011

Sunday afternoons

Unspoken words stay lingering, living
in clouds of smoke and damp of dark wet clothes,
adults drinking beer in silence, giving
shandy to the youngsters, trying to buy
some time before they have to return home.
Sunday afternoons in sad and lonely
hours, spent on a safe distance from the wife.
Unspoken words keep hanging in the smokey pub
when finally they leave the warmth and go.
What is not said on rainy Sunday’s here
no one knows. The landlord closes shop.
It’s dark, already. Winter in the air.

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