the waiters wait – September 22


the waiters wait with

just the touch of interest

in how my day has



will you have something

to drink or shall I fill

your water glass and

then abscond


oh yes, the carapace is

divine, I prefer it and of

course served with just

the proper wine


so decorous they move

as if the outer world is

just a myth, so easily left

and never missed.


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