The Waitress Poem by Elliott Rosenberg

The Waitress

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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.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Having lunch with my son Noah on a windy spring day we convene on the New Scenic Cafe to indulge in its succulent Norwegian dishes. The servers name is Ricky. She has the most sweetest smile. Rabbit teeth white as winters first snow. She stands with dominion anchored with a godlike torso that welcomes every mans desire. And so I dedicate this poem to her. For having feminine resiliency as a primrose among evergreens and an effulgent beacon above the shoreline. May 1st,2023
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