A Hundred Gourds 2:2 March 2013
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Lucas Stensland - US

Where the Wind Blows

The bartender arrives a half hour before his shift. He looks scuzzy--unshaven and hungover. The young woman he's relieving is tanned, pretty and talking to everybody about her recent trip to Paris, the highlight of which, she tells, was a taxidermy museum. He goes behind the bar, pours himself a shot and a beer and mutters to me that the doctor is in. Not knowing how to respond, I slip outside for a smoke. All the passers-by got some place to be. I flick my butt into the street and wonder when it gets fun again.

an old man
kicks away pigeons
where we once fed them
I can still feel the sound
of her not calling


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