Posed
And fixed among clutter
No fork or knife beside
The people are coming and going so quickly
Shuffling plates and cups
Scraping and cutting
Greasy food and crumbs
Coffee rings cell phone spills curves
Loud chatter, clinking
Then quiet stillness
And it begins again
But that spoon
No one has touched
A shiny face preserved
Pointing in the same direction
Sitting on the white folded paper napkin
Looking for a reason to change
Or glad for the leisure to wait?
Comfortable in place or
Irritable and itchy
Either way, it remains
Lonely and quiet amidst the din
Sacred, as it avoids violent contact or even upheaval
Sad because it stays that way
Still as clean and shiny
As it was at five a.m.
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