until at midnight so many people, unfamiliar to the place,
stand outside, glasses in hand, listening to the air
more than to each other, their breath rising
to a drunken moon whose light hides many faint stars.
Bob Cooper
Bob, I like the end much. I was raised in town like that and my grandson
lives in another, though I think it only has one tavern and one café...
Smiles.
Gary
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