on the deck of a bar
a seaside bar
outside of the interior
I am exterior
the wood of the deck is smooth
driftwood that has never drifted
salt spray kissing it smooth
there I am outside
the beer from the bar is cold
the band bangs
exterior of the inside
I am not interior
in the bar by the band
I do not exist
but the moon bounces off the waves
and the whitecaps don't need surfers
to know they are alive; they're not
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
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