Awaiting Flight

Wanting to connect
with the waitress at the airport cafe
I don't know how to tell her
what it is I want

She lays down a menu and is gone
"Coffee," I say when she returns
and "please" to her already turned back
as she scuttles to the next table:
another grounded traveler
drinking his solitary tea
his story intact, no one to tell

He meets my eye
and we both glance quickly
to opposite windows
as if there was someone there

Valerie Anthony
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