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bar, brown

written by: James Gabriel

@James_Gabriel1

 

fast friends
her hand sits
on his shoulder
her head

leans
slowly drifting
into his neck
he continues

to drink
she clings
like a castaway
holding onto a rock

men behind them
in front
they are a
world unto

themselves
the bar door
opens
filling the room

with
sunlight
cigarette smoke
the only thing
between the
world and
tired eyes

James Gabriel

James Gabriel

Born and raised in Los Angeles, California. James Gabriel is new to poetry. Inspired by the small moments in life that add up to who we are as people.
James Gabriel

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