By Kate Lewington
rain streaked streets
puddles splashed through – excavated –
pebbles of rainwater splatter the pavement
the bars and pubs, packed with people
who pile out unsteadily
at once
late in the night and alone
while strolling, i feel
so removed from it all
people wait all week for this,
to connect with others
with help from various substances
i don’t find it such an easy task
substances are not a choice
i can make anymore.
From the South of England, Kate is a writer/poet and blogger. https://forthosewhoarecurious.com
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