sit, drink your coffee here; your work can wait awhile.
you're twenty-six, and still have some of life ahead.
no need for wit; just talk vacuities, and i'll
reciprocate in kind, or laugh at you instead.
the world is too opaque, distressing and profound.
this twenty minutes' rendezvous will make my day:
to sit here in the sun, with grackles all around,
staring with beady eyes, and you two feet away.
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