we ponder
those gone, as we sit at the lunch
counter
eating a grilled
cheese sandwich.
a cup of coffee, stirred
blonde
by
cream and sugar.
we see ourselves in the long
drugstore
mirror
and wonder where the years
have gone.
we nod to the waitress
with a pink flower
behind her ear
for more
coffee
then finish our
work day lunch.
with a glance at the clock
we leave an appropriate tip,
then move on.
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