Hang-over

between us is
a fence

a set of painted
iron grills

we greet each other
today
a formal good morning

i sit on a garden
chair
sipping coffee

and you on the other
side is
having a booze
of your life

a mixed concoction
of gin, lemon,
rum, (i do not mind
what you are
saying)

again i am engrossed
inside an
idea

which is a little bit
vague
last night.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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