Composure

I am at the table

with spotted napkin

playing connect the dots

lost in thought

a poem forming

in glass rings & ink blots

The server lifts a finger

one moment,

for the nth time

and its fine

maybe when

my turn comes around

I'll know the order

2025 16 APR

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