The Poetry Bar

On a tiny street, paved with stones worn smooth by centuries of feet passing over them, sits the poetry bar. As you drag your stool up to the bar, you tell the bartender you’re in the mood for a good haiku. She passes the menu to you, and leaves you to peruse it while she waits on a couple looking for a list of limericks.

 

HAIKU MENU

For friends:

Bonds that never break

Through joy, tears, growth, and learning

Friends, ever present

 

For lovers:

Beauty and romance

Long walks into the sunset

Deepest depths of love

 

For the lonely:

Loves lost, forgotten

Ever seeking their return

Hope springs eternal

 

For those out for a good time:

Come for the party

Meet as strangers, part as friends

Repeat tomorrow