April 21, 2014

Patriots' Day. We watch the Marathon
(switched from the Sox, down big to Baltimore)
at the Red Hat Pub, sequestered from the sun.

Acadia's working hard: lunch has begun.
Some noontime souse would like "uh, just one more"
this Monday of the yearly Marathon.

Coffee for me. I'm not drinking alone:
beside me is a fascinating bore,
a barfly fleeing April's summery sun.

First runner to finish among the men?
American! Star-spangled voices roar!
Today, Boston's reclaimed her Marathon.

Acadia's mystified by all this fun:
the merest thought of running makes her sore!
She keeps us regulars from the wincing sun

until they've crowned and medalled those who won.
I catch her eye, say: "Check, please, mon amour!"
Patriots' Day. I've watched the Marathon
at the old Red Hat. Once more, I face the sun.





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-03-03 at 08:12

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Bibek
A well-crafted villanelle.
2019-03-06


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Fine writing, Tom!
2019-03-04


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Clever slice of life. Well done.
2019-03-04