Waiting At a Restaurant
arriving thirty two minutes early
opportunity to sit in the sun without apology
I observe people waddle in and out
this is a restaurant with unhealthy food
my favorite kind
I have written eight poems so far
my friend has fourteen minutes left
I could probably build a haunted house out of sugar packets
if I sat at a booth and waited
I choose to sit here in the sun
soaking up rays like a happy cat as I write
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