She sits at the table sipping her coffee,
\nPeriodically checking the time.
\nImpatiently she taps her foot.
\nHer drink nearly finished now.<\/p>\n
Just before the final sip he arrives,
\nBlack suit and tie neatly pressed.
\nHe spots her and waves.
\nShe scowls.<\/p>\n
“You look lovely as ever,” he says,
\nPulling out a chair.
\n“Spare me your flattery,” she retorts.
\n“You’re late, as usual.”<\/p>\n
The waitress walks over.
\n“What can I get you sir?”
\n“Coffee, no sugar or cream
\nJust a spoonful or two of cinnamon.”<\/p>\n
She glances at him.
\n“Cinnamon?” she asks.
\n“Yes, a whole spoonful or two.”
\nShe nods, then walks away.<\/p>\n
“If it is usual for me to be late, my dear,
\nWhy bother expecting anything more of me?”
\n“I honestly couldn’t say.
\nYou are a god after all.”<\/p>\n
He is clearly offended,
\nthough he keeps it to himself.
\nHe smiles pleasantly.
\n“So, what do you have for me?”<\/p>\n
She reaches for her bag and
\nPulls out several folders.
\n“These ones,” she begins
\n“Will be seeing you within the week.”<\/p>\n
He takes the stack and begins flipping through.
\n“Within the week? You are awfully confident.”
\n“I’ve bee doing this long enough
\nto know when the end is near.”<\/p>\n
A few folders in he pauses.
\nThe file is of a young child.
\nShe watches his face fall.
\n“You’re sure this time?”<\/p>\n
She nods.
\n“Nothing more to be done.”
\nHe closes the folder
\nAnd places it in his bag with the rest.<\/p>\n
“Not going to look at them all?”
\nShe eyes him suspiciously.
\n“Like you said,” he replies, standing,
\n“You’ve been doing this a long time.”<\/p>\n
“Do I detect sentiment?
\nI thought you gods were ‘above’ us mortals.”
\nTime seemed to stop
\nAs the god turned to face her.<\/p>\n
“My dear,” he remarked, The waitress returns. “Until next time.” She sits alone for a moment, She sits at the table sipping her coffee, Periodically checking the time. Impatiently she taps her foot. Her drink nearly finished now. Just before the final sip he arrives, Black suit and tie neatly pressed. He spots her and waves. She scowls. “You look lovely…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1102,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-40227","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40227","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1102"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=40227"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40227\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":89692,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40227\/revisions\/89692"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=40227"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=40227"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=40227"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nHis voice full of something dark.
\n“When you’ve been doing this as long as I<\/em> have
\nsentiment is an unfortunate result.”<\/p>\n
\n“Your coffee sir,” she says
\n“Thank you,” he replies smiling
\nThen proceeds to empty the cup<\/p>\n
\nHe says to his companion.
\nHe tosses the empty cup
\nAnd leaves without another word.<\/p>\n
\nFinishes her last sip of coffee,
\nLeaves a tip for the waitress,
\nThen carries on with her day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"