Clink, Clink

I walk home in the evening
To the sound of bottles in a bag
The wine, beer and whisky
Tapping together like morse code
Talking to me clink, clink, clink
Like trying to pass a message
I fail to understand
Clink, clink, clink
It continues step by step
All the way to my door
Following my the stairs to bed
Clink, clink, clink
I pour a glass and rest
Guessing the message
Has been missed

by Matthew Holloway

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