![]() Writers Cafe - Once in a while, they still come back.A Poem by RelicOnce in a while as though pulled in by some desire, or force, some decide to take a ride back to Writers Cafe. It's not always a long visit, yet, they still come back as though returning to their old home. "I remember Robbie, or Marie, or Frieda P," they might say. They may recall this place in a way one might remember flags that lined porches, or trees on each side of the street where they lived. But still, they remember this place. Their names are still on the mailbox. For better or worse, this is a community. Some have moved on, as they should. And some are still here pruning nouns or mowing verbs. Some have even died. The street may look different. Trees may be bigger. And old friends may be gone for good. But on this block, you're never turned away no matter how long you've been gone or how many times you move on. They'll always be opportunities to write about the sun, the rain, a train... Writers Cafe - on this block, once in a while, they still come back.
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