String beans,
topped with slivered almonds,
a potato baked in foil,
hamburger turned into meatloaf.
The two guests arrive,
quiet talkers, low laughter.
mostly silence across
the second hand table.
Temporary friends,
thrown together
in a place
they briefly share.
Next Saturday
would be the same,
they meet again
because they do.
In six months,
they would be strangers,
each to a new place,
leaving friends they didn't really know.
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well done -- very wistful or is it melancholy.
ReplyDeletenot really wistful.. guess.. it is what it is.. eh... i have gone over all of mine... they look bad after awhile.. ha
ReplyDeletemaybe more wistful than melancholy methinks... an observation of stuff...
ReplyDeletehow about wistful with a touch of melancholy :)
ReplyDeletesounds about right....
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