THE WRONG BOOTH
Innocently he walks in, a quiet night,
His thoughts are of the moment, he sits.
A cup of coffee as his eyes wander this place,
He is not comfortable as he watches those around.
There is little sound as he rests his weary mind,
Eyes are upon him but he will not understand why.
Approached by one he does not know, he reacts quickly,
Injured as he runs away, the wrong booth he found today.
Keith Garrett
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I like this! I have a category just for guest poets (not being one myself!!). May I post this one, of course with credit and link to your site? Here is the intro if you want to preview: https://dawnlizjones.wordpress.com/2015/11/08/new-all-for-guest-poets/
well done. Please read https://uniqueharmoney.wordpress.com/2015/12/26/gentle-love/
Quite sad.
Something I saw
On Sat, Dec 26, 2015 at 5:36 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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