She sits down,
Baby-blue plaid
Held against her
Royal blue stripes.
Blonde with a blond,
Catch-all bag produces
Goodnight Moon for
him
But the passing lives distract.
Waves and smiles
Sent their way
Soften the edges
Of an impersonal community.
Shared blue eyes
Finally read together,
Followed by adjustments
Dancing in the chair.
Out comes food
Accompanied by grins
One wide and toothy
One perfect and relieved.
Their time comes
Everything gathered up
Arising with purpose
Off to another world.
