Added 13 October 1997
Chopsticks in hand, staring blankly
Looking around I see no one,
at the frozen aqua vinyl
waves of adjacent booths.
Picking mindlessly at fried rice
noodles and vegetables,
probing the deepest recesses of cauliflower
from which come images dark and distressing,
brought to life by the
mind that recalls them.
the lunch buffet slipped into the past
along with my thoughts.
But I'm still picking at
memories with chopsticks.
Forcing the cookie open I read:
. It is better to give one smile
. for the living, than fountains
. of tears for the dead.
It's time to leave.
Written 25, 27 October 1995
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