Dining Out Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Dining Out



Quietly sitting in a corner booth, preciously
guarding their privacy as they speak of family
matters among themselves.
Eating, enjoying one another's company and
conversation on an early evening.
Tuesdays are so unenergetic, boring - that
people try to inject some fun and enjoyment
into them by eating out with family and friends.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Observing A Child

Child-like stances catching my eyes as I view
a child, trying out her ballet exercises while
leaning on a counter in a pizza parlor.
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