After a particularly heavy evening

D.H. Ryer
D.H. Ryer
Sep 4, 2018 · 1 min read

Night skips to
mysterious day;
nothing is the same.
I am still me
but with the
familiarity
of the stranger
who walks beside.

Out on lunch,
sun-warmed streets
seem like
place setting for
feasting regret.
My blood spoils
in the heat
after lush-spent night,

and all is familiar
again.

D.H. Ryer

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D.H. Ryer

Writing from St. Louis, Missouri.