Sonnet 5
They sit at tables rehearsing their hellos,
timing the beat to my apology.
And when it doesn't come on standing toes,
they'll have to chalk it up to mutiny
while drinking coffee tradedmarked Maverick,
their pictures hanging next to employees
of the month. Everyone moves quick
to use their group numbers like refugees
in desert lands. This isn't just a group,
it's trench war wordsmiths. The unseen enemy
had breakfast, went to work, packed his soup,
oblivious to all the revelry,
to all the clatter in this corner shop.
It's still a win if victims don't show up.
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