Quiet Nights on St. Tristan’s – The Quiet House



The Quiet House




you remember it like it was yesterday
the old house on the quiet street

magnolia trees blooming in the yard
and a wild thicket growing in the back

you lived in the basement
a bunch of guys just out of high school

a damp musty cellar with stone walls
painted brick-red and whitewashed

a window in the kitchen; yes, you had a kitchen
with a large mahogany table—you called it the “round table”

many conversation took place around that table and
the bottle of Sauza passed around like holy communion

—as the nights slowly melted into dawn

                that old house on St Tristans’s
                —it sure holds a lot of memories


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