noon
silence occupying another
retreating rough-
and-
tumble workday—you wonder
which
would help you
fill-
up faster—an encountered busker
out on your
office corner, singing Life's
a Bowl
of Cherries loudly—or
maybe
simply—
staying-
put and quietly
chewing—just three or
four chilled chunks of gooey
nectarine in your impoverished
privacy?
