Day 25: Dynamite

Dynamite

In the uneven lot,
he walks slowly,
the shuffle of a stroke,
to the coffee shop door.

I stay behind,
don't want to rush
him.

I wait in line,
"Good morning, Brian.  Coffee for here
and two refills?"

The man smiles,
"Yes, please. "



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