Tail-end
By Parson Thru
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Rain hisses on the balcony
and the air smells fresh
Thunder rolls around the roofs
Eight hours since I finished class
and tomorrow all-but free
It’s the tail-end
The last days going into summer
I just restrung the flamenco one
and set it down to relax a while
Every action is a lesson in life
An hour spent tying nylon ends
In the street
a woman peels a parking ticket from her screen
and holds it like a dead baby
Jaw-dropped in disbelief
She backs against the wall
Forlorn gaze, first up the street
then down
But there’s no one to upbraid
I pour myself a drink, remembering
that water is for thirst
and wine for pleasure
Scrub out a short Dylan tune
on the steel-strung one
Two thousand miles east
my love moves me in mysterious ways
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What a pleasure to read
What a pleasure to read during my lunch, Kevin. I wanted it to gi on. Always a good sign of a good write. Congrats, buddy.
Rich
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Hi, Parson. I remember
Hi, Parson. I liked this.
Especially the line, "Thunder rolls around the roofs".
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