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mary todd's bar

Contributed by followfast on Saturday, 21st April 2012 @ 10:51:21 AM in AEST
Topic: abstract

under the bay bridge in astoria there is a brick
building with a scared and gnarled up old wooden door.

the wood is held together by three bare knuckled hindges
of iron and in the doors center is a strange looking compass
that welcomes in a little of the fog along
with the occasional thirsty kingfisher.

whose kingdom is a bundle of yellow and white nets
tossed in the bed of a blue 84 ford pickup parked
around the back.

here the locals always park in the back and fill up
on busch beer in the can.

inside stacks of cardboard boxes full of empty cans line the hallway
leading to the bathroom.

the bar is an old solid piece of maple with countless carvings on it,
from what looks like pocket knives or fishhooks.

scribbeled and carved names like john and neil are everywhere,
but the wood looks old enough to have jonah and noah on it.

now the whole place smells of salt and whiskey,
the kind of salt thats in the air and settles in your
mouth under your toungue.

nobody know's better than mary herself, they say one day
leaning over the bar she looked over her shoulder at the
sunlight coming through the window and turned into
a pillar of salt.

of course that was years ago in the old testament and you
know how fishermen tale tall tales, especially at mary todd's.

Copyright © followfast ... [ 2012-04-21 10:51:21]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: mary todd's bar (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Saturday, 21st April 2012 @ 01:16:23 PM AEST
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are you speaking of Astoria,Oregon by any chance? This is filled with such vivid images and detail you took the reader right there. Nice work.

Michelle

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