ordering breakfast

what to make of it,
for instance,
before a smile –

all this waiting
in a single moment
falling away into

her eyes, and her
hands touching the
counter, lightly

as if playing
for the first time

before she says

can she help me?

by Chris Woodhull

Tagged breakfast, Chris Woodhull, life, poem, relationships, thoughts

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