shop talk

Today
at Panera
waiting for a friend
I find a table
somewhat secluded
yet in the sun
and find that
every one around me
seems to be
involved
in deep discussions
therapy deep
and I
like an intruder
a voyeur
a spy on their pain
sit
So I scratch
out a poem
to build a little wall
of decency
between us
Ah,
she is here.

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