Drinks In June

Summer is almost as its peak.
The air is warm, and fresh, and clear.
Outside the bar we sit, and speak,
And laugh, and sip our pints of beer,

And talk about our future plans,
And where we want to drink tonight,
And pick the scratches on our hands,
And savour brief late evening light.

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About bsixsmith

I am a writer of stories and poems - published by Every Day Fiction, The London Journal of Fiction, 365 Tomorrows and Det Poetiske Bureau - and a columnist for Quillette, Areo and Bombs & Dollars.
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