Lunch Noises

October 2, 2007
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I sit beneath the life-sustaining shade of the bus stop
Behind me
I hear
Munch

Grunch


Crunch
What horrid behemoth devours its meal?
I spin around and see
Petite freckled girl
Face smeared with chocolate


strawberry


vanilly
Cone wedged like a cork between her lips
Yet managing an elastic smile
Greeting me with
A wave of her pigtails.
She prefers the sun.





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