Was alone at the table, reaching for caffeine pills.
Spilled salt and pepper for the company,
Counted the scattered grains
Naming place and time
A hobby.

A median strip divided the parking lot
And arrows accomplished the divides purpose.
Trees grew out from the median’s
Shallow soil,
Placed there with the intention
To offset the aesthetics of cracked blacktop,
Hosting tar snakes, curling in envy of an ouroboros.
Branches eclipsed the logo
Advertising the business’s location.
He feared passing eyes
Lacked the tenacity to maneuver
Beyond the shrubbery and clipped them away.

Partners in contention
With ignorance, celebrated
With a kiss.

Sunday afternoons
Decayed and alone
He sat at the table,
Counting out
His company.

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