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Behind the Florist Shop - Nov. 8, 2020

a few honeybees in the corner booth

drink from the freesias butterflies stand

at the bar and sample the lilies from Peru

a crowd of bloated flies rise from

their table-sized serving of an old donut

today’s dumpster pickup at ten means

breakfast will soon be over

so everyone finishes quickly

except for one spider

who has set up a second eatery

hoping to lure in some shyer diners

his silver threads weave

a strategic welcome sign

it’s not another meals on wheels program

or a short soup line for stragglers no

you can’t call it charity

having guests already seated

without a word of what’s on the menu


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