(x = space)

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Ordinaryism

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Well,

It’s less expensive

To take a table outside

A favorite place

Or to discover

Than to take a cruise

Or fly within

Something wide-bodied

Keeping the moving air

Of the fan

The air out of the nozzle

Going

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Not that those things

Aren’t fine

They are

And we should like them

Should we have them

But if you have a friend at

Table anywhere

Maybe two friends

Maybe more

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You are at

The high table in the great hall

Of monarchs

A gilded place

The café

Of your liking

Like the stories

And like Earth’s

And humankind’s

Storied luxuries

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We have what we have

And let ambition call

And love each day

Find something

Change the quotidian,

If need be

Reach out

Get help

Maybe at that table

(try not

to apologize)

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Or let the table simply be

An inexpensive place

And a gathering

Without agenda

Part of the joy

The easy joy

In having what the human world

Would say is not a game-show prize

But that you know

And your company

Is priceless

Because there is no price

Except for coffee

Maybe rolls or cake

Or whatever pleasure

The menu

And today

Afford

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(I guess such a gathering might seem precious in the days of a pandemic, the reality and process, of learning how to wrap it in like SARS or H1N1 though of a worse disease—but I hope that one day easy meetings with our friends will happen once again; I’m sure the cafés hope so, too

yes, I know, we’re meeting now—I simply wish we’d work that out more safely)

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Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash

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