A fork set at the table
plastic handle
Poised to poke
By a plate that's full of empty
on a table
by the stairs
There's room for six more legs
here
but I'm short on tableware
I thought to ask the sky to lunch
but couldn't find a chair
I'm awful lonesome for a meal
or even bread
with pears
But today, again,
I'll sit me down
to plastic
by the stairs.
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