Three Line Lunch: On Open Seas at the HMS Bounty

an unreliable diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers

On Open Seas at the HMS Bounty 

Low dark beams, porthole mirrors line walls, wooden ship diorama behind glass, back of bar.
Memories hover of brief torrid love 24 years ago in Gaylord apartment, floors above.
Tonight I’m cast adrift, without employment. Mark buys me a beer and I tell him about the layoff.