table for one
I tell the hostess.
no friend, she says.
no,
I tell her. just one.
sure, she says.
follow me.
I sit and eat.
have one drink.
a world of people
come and go.
I can see the
worry on their faces,
the pain.
but some joy too
as others arrive.
I feel fullness
of their lives
before me.
it's a stage, a play.
a quiet painting
in a gallery
with moving parts.
I read my fortune cookie.
tomorrows
come soon, be happy now.
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