Open Bar

Been ill for 3 days with flu so unable to write let alone post but will make up for lost time

Open Bar

You stride with purpose,

Through the crowded hall.



Your easy gait, arms a swinging

Attracts sideways glances



Deaf to the murmurs, desires

Blind to the tracking eyes



You grasp the bar edge

Taut muscles under white cotton



Your legs and torso pivot

Up and over, the mahogany edge



Perfect landing, you look up

With an Olympic grace



Donning your black vest,

You gaze over the gilded crowd.



Eyes lock, a heartbeat passes.

You proclaim.



“Bars Open Folks”