Those fries aren't burnt... just add some salt they said,
thumb smudged saucers wait as the coffee slowly drips,
brewed with paper towel filters and a few boiled eggs on the side,
grizzled bacon fried shirtless underneath a dim light,
yesterday's reprise was in this morning's juiced beets,
by noon all the jerky had been cured,
three in the afternoon kicked off the oldest craze.... napping,
they awoke only to close their eyes so they might feel the
sunset's warm surmise,
sunset's warm surmise,
assumptions roll down from dusk through past midnight,
and only some of them danced after dinner,
the rest relaxed on their concrete verandas,
as peace grew rampant in the summer's breeze.
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