poetry, food
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Hold the doorAlways hold the doorEven if the next customer is steps away from the entrance and has to do a little run walk to get to you and you have to kind of weird waitHold the damn doorWith a smile Don’t hog the soda machineThere’s always someone waitingAlwaysThis is not the time for beverage
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I want waffles.Golden buttery windowsDrizzles of maple syrupCheek and jowl, with sausage and eggsA saucy wink from peaches I want waffles.Melted morningsThe day’s sweetness dripsJostling with solitude and paperbacksFlirting with a nap I want wafflesTo savor over timeAnd time to savor overA morning set on a plateCurled on the sofaUnfurling my thoughtsWith my favorite mug
circular staircase 