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Just you honey? he asks,
as if I, myself
am trivial
in comparison to the groups
who surround me.
I dine alone
frequently
preferring my own company
over others.
I often bring a book,
but I never read it.
The breeze sweeping through the outdoor patio
where patrons dine al fresca
reminds me of North Carolina.
Early morning breakfast, shared,
after an all night drive down the coast.
It’s been a long time.
Sometimes when the wind blows
it carries with it the scents
of men I have loved.
Hints of coconut, cologne, tobacco, sweat.
So familiar, but now long gone.
New scents bring me back:
fresh coffee,
sticky sweet maple,
toasted oats.
I pick up my spoon.
-Frogs & Wolves
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