On the borrowed
coffee table,
four candles lit
against the dark
share space with
a pack of Camels,
a glass of bourbon.
A Bach sonata
fills the evening
with elegant
notes and silences.
An old man,
remembering
the absent,
sits alone
and smiles.
He is forgotten,
but he is free.
Call that a
New Year's Eve
party,
as does he.
- mce
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