THE WISE STRANGER
You taught me to think twice
Under the rhythm of the muffled feet shuffling & the creaking of the hardwood floor I walked over to the chair next to you. Bar chairs back then required me to climb, but somehow we met eye to eye once I was seated. You talked in a nice tone and wanted to tell me about yourself. You were a soul fluent in life, yet with brittle flesh. You told me all about how your life went and how it made you wind up in this bar....