SolitudeA Poem by Earl SchumackerHaving a drink with a dusty friendIn Solitude Tip toe in dark where mushrooms grow One step at a time into the cellar cold Where hollow finds a niche in soils void Barefooted through chambers down below Bottles covered in dust line up to count The years of vintage since they’ve been found By flashlight or human being in social distancing A fragile ancient hand waves cobwebs away Like a magician in the act of prestidigitation To find the proper drink for this occasion Take solace in the black on black tonight When you return Netflix will have your back
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Added on March 26, 2020 Last Updated on March 26, 2020 Tags: movies, drinking, Social distancing AuthorEarl SchumackerAtlantic City, NJAboutB.A. Degree in Literature and Language. I enjoy writing short stories, poetry, novels and keeping up with new scientific discoveries. I enjoy philosophy and Art appreciation. more..Writing
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