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Benny
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A Year in the Life

"Another drink!"
New song judders onto the jukebox
And another.
And another.
Out of the window he sees
Green
Gold
Orange
Yellow
Brown...
Nothing.

Drink gripped tightly in fragile hands.
Bartender twitches his eye
And signals the cut-off.

"Another drink!"
He watches the jukebox shatter
And when he ceases to notice
A change of the tune
The stool will fall.
Down will come drinker
Beer glass and all.

And the leaves change their colour
as
the
ashes
are
raked

away.

By Jenny Williamson

Copyright March 2006

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