it passes you by

August 25, 2018 by Michael Guerin

beneath wrought iron streetlamps
the red brick street glistens
from a cool drizzle
and with each passing step
my warm bar stool slowly recedes
further into a yellowed past
i can no longer imagine
while somewhere up ahead
her black front door
stands barred
against all strangers
yet neatly hung with a brass
number plate i was never
given to answer.