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Adrienne Veronese

Poet, Novelist, Author, Essayist, Humorist

The Wind Comes in for Breakfast

 

the wind comes in for breakfast


& i will go out with it,
kicking up dust
& memories

the waitress closes the door
& the wind lights a cigarette.
i order hash browns & eggs

over medium while the wind,
impatient, taps its foot


the wind comes in for breakfast
bringing decisions that
HAVE BEEN MADE
and there is little i can do
about it but drink my mint tea
and leave

the waitress brings the check
and there is that moment
of hesitation. . .
dutch treat? i ask the wind,
but it won't look me
in the eye

the wind comes in for breakfast
& leaving no tip, shows me
the road, saying
nothing



Lopez Island, Washington
1981

 

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