Last Call

DRINK UP

‘Last orders’ says the night

between bird songs and full moons,

Drink up the potent cocktail that is poetry

best up and stirred

in the swirls of a shot of melancholy

garnished with hope,

then look out the window for a minute,

‘Last orders’ says the heart

With a hint from the mind,

Eyes blink

dreams close the shutters

lock the doors

let the patrons, your tears, out

one by one.