The Café Door Opens ‘N Closes

Hunching o’er a too-low table
[Breeeeeeeeze.] between the
doorway and the counter/bar,
I sit in soft, surrounded solitude.

Nihon jin seeping in to
sentences [Someday.(?)] that sketch
a stream of consciousness:
from here to then;
from now to there;
from this half-blank page to half-blank others.

When’s’t? Where’s’t?
Someday?(.) Nowhere…
Nowhen ‘n always!
Those scattered moments…

Hunching [Breeeeeze.] over
a too-low table meant for two,
I sit in soft-pastpresent –
solitarily surrounded.


Image credit – Pixabay

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