Bill Baber- A Poem

Not Quite It

 

“forlorn”

a strange word

that Webster’s says means

1. abandoned

2. wretched, miserable

3. without hope

although it comes close

at two- fifty on a drunken Monday morning

there has got to be a better word

to describe the way I feel.

Bill Baber's poetry has appeared at "Slow Trains," "The High Desert Journal" and "Literary Harvest" Volume 1. He has had over two dozen short stories published. A book of his poetry, "Where the Wind Comes to Play" was published by Berbereis Press in 2011. He lives in Tucson and often crosses the border for a cold beer.