Brent Henry

(Manhattan, Kansas, USA)

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At this instant, I'm watching the steam
Rise off of my blueberry pancakes
The seat across the table is bare
Bright moon mocks me through the window glass Waitresses holler and take orders
Cooks scramble to make the late night eggs
But mostly the din is minimal
Leaving me to hear your silent voice Fat truckers, hidden behind their beards
Late night loners with plain, blank faces
Penniless students pouring over

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