Sit, drink your coffee here; your work can wait awhile.
You're twenty-six, and still have some life ahead.
No need for wit, just talk vacuities, and I'll
Reciprocate in kind or laugh at you instead.
The world is too opaque, distressing, and profound.
This twenty minutes' rendezvous will make my day.
To sit here in the sun, with grackles all around,
Staring with beady eyes, and you two feet away.
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