faces and orders
without much trouble.
He comes by the table
while I look out the window
into the intersection.
Soon
a cup of soup sits
below my face
as a mother
crouches down
in front of the blooming
bush with her daughter.
The woman in the booth
facing me busies herself
with her phone
as her food disappears.
The main course arrives,
he sets it gently
next to my glass
as I thank him.
The body takes its fill
and contentedly
sits, staring out the window.
He thanks me as
he sets down the check.
I tell the manager
how great the soup was,
she agrees about its quality.
She hands me change
which gets shoved into
my right coat pocket.
The other hand
lays a few bills
on the table
as I leave the
men and women
in there
behind me.
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