A mile to go

With smog

hovering among

crevices

of a sleepy city

the sun rose

from slumber

heedful of rain

on the way.

soon

as increasing showers

diffused puddles

on shiny streets

birds in flocks

flew

car windshields 

clattered

and a lonely reveler

from the night before,

braving every soggy step,

could only contemplate

the last call,

the last beer,

and the girl who left 

with someone else.

having no umbrella

and a mile to go

the sky

employing harsh wisdom

reflected his pain.

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

I like the grittiness in the tone of the poem I have been that guy more than once LOL

[Relic]

:) Thanks Robert.

[JE Falcon]

Smooth and well spoken. I saw every moment, well done.

[Relic]

Thanks very much, JE. :)

[Chris Shaw]

The morning after the night before. The cold light of day certainly puts a different perspective on things. I guess the outcome here didn't quite go to plan. Felt both the hangover and the loneliness of this write. Great ambience Tim.

Chris

[Relic]

Thanks very much, Chris. :)

[Gee]

Been there a few times in my drink fuelled misspent youth, and then a hangover to match the weather.
Enjoyed the read Relic.
Hope Christmas has been "okay" without your father

[Relic]

Thank you for your thoughts, Gee. My father passed on Oct 29. He's in a better place though, that's for sure.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I hope that last beer was worth the lonely walk in the rain for that guy. Alas, what was left unmentioned was he had on a wedding ring that cheating cad. Just kidding, this was actually a very nicely written piece. The dreary cold environment a good metaphor for the lonesome guy down out of his luck. Very striking image Relic. I probably would have weasel my way into getting one last drink from the bartender. I would rather be drunk and miserable, then cold drunk and miserable.

[Relic]

I appreciate your review, Carlos. Thanks.