The Lull

The Lull

Three women

(could as easily be

men) at the table in

McDonald's. The sounds

of their voices crest and dip

like the smoothed waves

of the ocean pulled along by

the moon. I wait for a lull

(how do we time our talk

like that so it fits so familiar

as the pieces to a well-worn

puzzle? I wonder), I

wait for a lull.

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