Familiar faces
We wait on
A room at St John
Black forest beans sashays
On flowered coffee mugs
Kindness on a whim
Eyebrows trim
Thread and scissors
Sisters
Twice not shy
Welcomes an open invitation
To come as often as I should
As they would like
As often my silence says
It hopes I would
Among hollow stomachs
One is bloated
So they were filled
Affront the bistro
Camped at John Hay
Pasta, fish, and wings
Lulu the Pomeranian stomped on grass
As Lola gassed
Ice cream sundaes in the house
Double the rocky road and choco mint
A single vanilla sky and bubblegums
Everything was nice
Though a drop at the hospital
Like Indiana Jones set within the 80s
Today flew from 9 to 5
To end a pretty mint
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