Sunday Breakfast

Dishes clatter
adding accompaniment
to the cacophony of conversation
as a favorite waitress waves
and the hostess gently rubs my back in passing.

Savoring scrapple
and a second cup of coffee,
I sit softly smiling
surrounded by this extended family of strangers.

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