Poem
There, at the heart of it all, at the center-fold,
We talked at the table we always did, and left
No tip, but a note saying, "The best things in
Life are free." Once I wrote the waitress a poem
About life, because it's hard. The next day,
She came to me and kissed me hard, then said:
"Fifteen percent of a free water is nothing,
Eleven lines of prose are worth nothing, until
They're read, then they become a medium for
All the emotions too worthless for verse, my
Emotions. Life is hard. Life is hard."
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