PARTS OF EVERYTHING

the café

 

suspended strings of

white lights,

like stars pointing

the way

 

shadowed tables,

people talking,

whispering,

listening, leaning

inward for the words

 

waiters in aprons

angling between tables

 

welcome aromas

red cloth napkins,

anxious expecting eyes

 

waiting is the gift

finally received

 


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