Sober Tales Of Grace...

Neither here nor there ...
a series of ones North and South.
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The aging sit in
cafe bars--
sipping hard tonic
an eraser to earlier days
when fickle hearts
paid their dues
in yellow stained
corners
neither here nor there
Grace set her crown
high above her weary skull
assuming elegance
befitting
glory--
Recollections --afar
like most position themselves
Grace deemed not
cold truths necessary
to her deposition
Grace earned her denial
her bright smile on hollow lies
her naivete to deception
Grace--- wiled away twisted tongues
debris
with a subtle nuance---
was it par con---or as some would say--
Grace...
Grace--
sat in sober cafes--
sipping -- properly-- the brew life poured.
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Meanwhile--
an adjacent sipper
drank the same brew--
in the same elegant pose
in the same cafe--
and hid the flask of intoxicating whim
and hid the flask that deluded all fool hardy wantonness---
and hid the consumption of betrayal...
and hunched over said brew--- did not see the reflection
Grace so saw...
Disheveled crown with bobby pins which barely hold her do done up so effortlessly--so ---so--- unconsciously.
Grace so saw--
Shaky Shaky stubby paws--- sneaking glances of paranoia as said subject thought none did see the shiny flask peeping out from overly stuffed pockets---too large for a typical day of solace in fine cafes where
the aged sat--
sipping hard tonics.
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SLP