buscador de caminos

poetry - by Brian Clark

cozy catacombs 

brick, timber and black metal

a graffiti’d freight train rolls by in the light snow

a crane erects glass and steel on the eastside

big pink faintly visible through the snow and damp on the westside

good music

loud enough to discourage conversation

but not so loud as to be annoying or painful

just above freezing now

light snow melts and falls as rain before hitting the ground

wetting the green leaves of the bamboo outside

heavily shellacked, distressed doug fir bar 

feels warm and sturdy

and hard pine on the floor to match

showing the roughness of the mill that cut them

dad would like this place

getting the second-beer-creative feels going now

thinking of my family

bar filling in as happy hour arrives

damp and empty and cold outside

lighting the gas fire pit on the patio feels worth it 

just to watch the flames dance in the snow

warm and dry inside

getting hobbity now

staff use a mallet to pound a tap into a black wooden keg

suds spilling on the bar

as large glass steins clink and cheers together

the bearded men and lone woman

all in knit winter hats

as one decides to go outside and light the fire

photos by @orcatransient