Poetry of Love, Resistance, & Solidarity

I cross the river
thirsty for an Ad Astra
and talk with strangers.

The bartenders work briskly,
easy movements beneath the state flag.

Forgetful winter
is missing; pint glasses clink
on the patio.

At the end of it I remember
I’m blessed with someone to return to.

— Matt Clothier

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