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Sunday Sundaes

Writer: Jireh Grace PihocJireh Grace Pihoc

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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