In small cafés
In moody art stores
Souls that chased freedom
And found home
Within themselves
Etched in earthy walls
The imperfect colours
Of hand painted pots
In that custom roast coffee
In the tassels of a scarf
The aesthetic melancholy
Of a door knob’s rusted half
Each time the embrace
Is warmer than before
The grip of a free life
That is no longer sore.
-Al