Bar Scene
by J.K. Durick


He left the bar walking.
It was late, he was alone.
Later they remembered
The fight he lost earlier,
But he wasn’t that hurt,
His pride perhaps, but
Seemed okay, a bit quiet
They recall when asked
By the police and that
Good looking reporter
From TV; they saw him
Leave, nothing more, and
All these months later
It still gets a mention,
The police or rescue goes
At it some more, drags
A pond, walk along river
Banks they’ve been over
Before and again, a mention
On the eleven o’clock news,
But since he lived alone
And had no family, it lacks
That human interest touch
That keeps these things
Alive in conversations or
On the air; this is upstate,
People disappear like this
Leave a bar or party and
Are never heard from again.
They walk out into the night
Alone, as we all are, then
Become part of the legend
Of the times and the place,
The dark outside, all these
Mountains and oh so much
Wilderness to wander into,
Away, alone, anonymous
Walked out and now are gone.






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