Hostel Witness
It was a disorderly menàge á huit every night 📖 PROSE POEM
The youth hostel near the waterfront
was a large sunny room with eight narrow beds
a sink, and one decent shower.
It was a disorderly menàge á huit every night,
strangers all sleeping together,
listening to each others’ night noises.
He dreamed of intense, but brief, romances.
He dreamed of breakfasts of sesame bread, cheese and olives
and bitter coffee, thick and dark.
He dreamed of crooked stairways and dim, winding alleys.
He was twenty-one years old, with a backpack,
and he was ready for anything.
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Perfect! ARmchair travel works great for me )))))) Thanks for taking me along.
As someone who has not yet reached the age of 21 I am eagerly looking forward to the adventure that awaits -)