Sitting outside the wine bar
the evening still remembers summer.
The bar is full, loud, joyous
as the glasses are poured
and clinked in celebration
of intermingled toasts.
The lounge up the street,
its red sign glaring
is much the same if louder
people pouring out the door
in practiced reverie.
Down the block a young woman
stares at her car, sandwiched tight,
at her cell phone useless,
and goes back for another beer.
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