The Bar.

The bar,

always the bar

with a silent moment

straggling behind,


to keep up

with the excited and bubble in nose conversation.

I always met the most



and charming people

nestled in the bar fly mode;

you chiefly amongst them

dear Carole Labrum…

I raise a glass and toast your honour,

to the only person that ever drove across

two states to hear me talk

and ignore

the silence

wheezing and puffing

exhausted in the background.


Dedicated to my dear friend Carole Labrum

Ian D. Hall 2016