The Regular
Every day is Monday now
but far less challenging
than any other Monday, ever.
His morning coffee is
brewed by total strangers,
all of whom he loves dearly.
No one asks him anything;
they only smile and nod
as he shuffles by, nodding.
He can’t recall their names
and he’s fairly certain
that he’s anonymous, too.
He’s glad to be at home.
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dVerse Poets Pub
Tuesday Poetics Challenge
~ At The Restaurant ~
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