The Waitress Poem by Elliott Rosenberg
The Waitress
A steadfast smile courts incoming waves,
raucously lapping in song.
Undulant dominion yields prayers,
of sailors yearning to come home.
Her lips acclaim dulcet words,
torn from heaven's horizon.
Empathy echoes throughout,
Above frigid lurch clouds.
A primrose among evergreens,
effulgent at nightfall,
A beacon of martyrdom,
For all that return to her arms.
Now she sleeps indigent,
a salvage lamp,
torrid,
eternally ablaze.
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