Alone, before and after

Randy Workman

photo credit: Randy Workman

I
sit here alone.

I
pondered, aloof, in coffee shops
and bars, harboring a faux sense
of comradery, before they closed.

I
now repose on my porch,
quail cartoonishly race by,
raptors glide the currents,
birds dart among tree branches.

I
am not so lonely
alone.

Randy Workman is a retired corporate writer. This is the first poem he has ever submitted. Randy had a short essay published in The Seattle Times, long ago. He also had a featured, cover article in The Los Angeles Daily News, Sunday Magazine, long. long ago. He has a degree in journalism.