A 26-year-old stands by the door of a dark coffeeshop
half an hour after closing, one hand on the alarm pad,
calls back into the place to coworkers, to stop them moving.
They are collecting sweaters, bags; they are going home now.
After momentary stillness the alarm beeps, they go outside.
It is warm or it is cold.
70 years later, looking at the trees beyond the window
the 26-year-old thinks, "yes--that.
that exactly."
About Me
- Raphael Luckom
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