COUPLE OF TOOS

 COUPLE OF TOOS

I watched a  man straddle a chair,

a Jimmy Hoffa henchman, maybe,

hunched at table, eyes

in a vacant stare

past her shoulder.

                                                                       

She, upright, hand in lap,

salad-poking busy

sprinkled the contents from

her plastic sandwich bag.

No eye contact,

as far as I could see.

No words

occurred.                      

I wondered about the widow by the window.

Did she want to see them talking?

And the obese man in a wheelchair

might have mused,

“They could be up and walking.”

Buffet busers cleared;

others milled, refilling

water, Cokes and tea.

Dennis R. Keefe

December 22, 2008