The Poetry Of Bob
            Church


            
 


            
It Is



            "It's not who I am, it's what I am," I say aloud

            (or, at least, I think I said it aloud)

            somewhat toward the rising smoke filling the air,

            at the face of the bartender who smiles each time she lifts the
            dollars off the bar,

            at the semi-obscured face that leers from behind the piano,

            at the familiar twinkly faces of two beauties who stand beside
            the music men,

            at the two drunks I know whose posture even now

            threatens to collapse against the bar. 

            I'd nearly forgotten the beauty of the yellow dress,

            the young girl carrying the notebook,

            and the mysterious package left under the chair, 

            "and it's enough… at least for now… at least,
            for you."


            
© Bob Church 2008





            

            
Bob Church resides in mid-Missouri
            with his wife of three decades, Louise, their poodle, Carla,
            and their cat, Callie. After thirty years spent raising five
            children, he has reached the point in his life that allows time
            to pursue his real love, writing. You can find more of his stories/observations
            at notquiteright/