The Closed Door

The tavern is closed for the night,
the tapster bent double with age,
the old drinking crony is dead.
Chew over your sorrow, Dabshalim
yesterday our black cat aborted her kittens
and the wise man's dog spent a sleepless night
barking at something it could not see in the stars.
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Muhammad Al-Faituri
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