We sat at the Bar.

“Rivers are the ribs of the land,” the

Sounding-wise stranger said, eyes twinkling,

“When you buy a field

You’re buying the water:

That it has to offer –

For beasts, for crops –

Or such as it will need.”

Three whole hours

We sat at the bar

While the four-week storm cold

Threw itself at our windows, walls and lives.

Weaving home – the worst for cider –

I marvelled at the fact

That he hadn’t paid for a round.


3 thoughts on “We sat at the Bar.

  1. wisejourney says:

    A cheeky twinkly clever little thing

  2. Jo says:

    I love this as I do all of your work. 🙂

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