attendance is measured in
viscous moments as
one of us remembers,
the other tries to forget –
and minutes pass in starched postures,
escorted by raisin bread and a clipped, “Coffee, black.”
while we wait for sugarcoated words to spell
last call.
Another Wandering Soul 
It’s always kind of a relief to see you post, if infrequently. Always figured you have a breezy easy way with poetry, as though you don’t ever force it… gimme a bit of that!
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Awh Trent… good to see you. All is well here – just didn’t feel like writing the past couple of months. Thank you kindly for stopping by!
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My pleasure, Miriam. Good to see old friends up and about.
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one of us remembers
poignant writing.
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Hope you speak of yourself 😉 Thanks for stopping by…
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I don’t trust eating ANYTHING off the floor. I have trust issues about scut.
Thank you for liking my poem Swing Shift on WordMusic.
Brent Kincaid
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… there’s this rumor about a 5-second-rule… 😉 Thank you for stopping by!
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This made me smile. I don’t know why. But there is an ease about it.
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