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Waffle House Meditation


Kindness darts like lightning.

The man who owned the fourteen motels,

before any other could (and others would),

he bought a day of peace

for the peaceless man —


“Damn,” he said. Coffee for $2.30.

What must he have seen? That thin

diner coffee now seems decadent?


And the veteran — would he have bought

coffee for a man the age of his oldest daughter?

I decide to believe so, out of a different kindness.


No — because he is kind.

He held the tie-die girl close

with familiarity, with fatherliness.

It must be much more natural

After so much practice.

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