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Dec 2019
deep moody
red

compliments
his plain black suit

and black
broad-brimmed fedora

at his fingers
on the mahogany bar

just
slightly out of reach

a dry martini
with a drowning olive

it's a solitary scene
and we are lost

in somewhere else in
some other time

in a moment
maybe private or otherwise

Whit Howland © 2019
Word painting. An image to be immersed in
Whit Howland
Written by
Whit Howland
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   --- and Carlo C Gomez
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