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For winter’s rains and ruins are over,
And all the seasons of snows and sins;
The days of dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

                       "Atalanta in Calydon"
                                     by
                      Algernon Charles Swinburne

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Thursday
Oct202011

New at the Korner Keg

 

She is efficient and strong behind the bar.

Last night she was a customer, got drunk

and got hired.  Apparently, she's pretty funny

when she's drunk.

 

She tells my friend, over the whoosh of glasses

being washed, that she got fired

from Kohls.  She was selling cosmetics and

well

who knows why they let her go.  "Funny, I thought

that was one thing I was actually good at."

 

She glances to her left...

 

"Wake up, Robbie, we can't have you sleepin' at the bar"

and the old gent ruefully rubs his eyes to comply.

 

She draws three beers in about ten seconds, places them in front

of the right customers, and makes change.  "I never tended bar before"

she laughs, as she turns back to us.

 

I know better than to ask for white wine.  Bourbon's what I drink,

anyway, And when she places it in front of me I want to say,

I'd be proud if you were my daughter.

You are good at landing on your feet.

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