Least Said, Soonest Mended


Out to lunch
(Noblesse oblige)
Mind idles in neutral
While away across the way

One there would now and again
Share with her lunch companion
That currently displayed on her phone
… Almost like having a conversation

While at his own table
There is at its best at least
A certain level of idle chitchat
He even joins in occasionally

In between attempts to relax
All the tensions in his body
Eventually at last it’s all over
And he is able to walk away

What a relief!

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on October 7, 2019, in Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

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