Saturday, June 13, 2009


Upstairs at Ringler's
the world was not a nightmare.
Every other Saturday
we library employees
would meet for drinks.
Good booze, good talk, good jokes.
A sense of shared suffering
was overcome again and again.
Of course I knew it would end.
But I wanted it to go on forever.
It was what I needed as the days raced by.
Now, as the days draw down,
I search elsewhere for what we were.

Copyright 2009 David Elsey