Thursday, June 30, 2011

Table for One

She had lunch alone in a crowded cafe
Turkey on rye with a soy latte
It took four minutes
For someone to ask her
If anyone was using that empty chair
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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousAugust 23, 2011 at 6:02 AM

    love this poem!

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  2. AmaliaAugust 31, 2011 at 8:09 PM

    Thank you emmie. I ought to buckle down and write more often but,

    Spring
    Oh...spring
    Is Beck-o-ning!

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