Thursday, February 1, 2024

Bus Pan Soup

the diner rises predawn
closed sign soon spun open
slapping the silence
clock coffees clattering cups
cutting through brown blinds
day’s waves ripple
circadian synthesizer
after several escalations
trays filled and exhausted
this mass of sweat 
and kitchen stink
congeals and individuates
becoming another face 
lost in seething crowds 
on the babbling street

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