morning coffee

i stop

into dunkin donuts for coffee.

just coffee.
it's a long line.

six feet apart we all stand
with coins
in hand.

at the front is a man
in a wheel chair, late twenties.

he has no legs.
he's buying a dozen donuts.

a tray of coffee.
he's laughing, joking about

something.
laughing hard.

he's in a place we all
want to be.

free from
small worries. he's arrived,

or so it seems.