When The Dining Room Is Waiting

Melodies grazing the table cloths Chairs patient Glasses flipped, dry. Forks and spoons nestled on Clean napkins.   Refrigerator humming its tune, Naked kitchen window, Telephone hushed, Raw vegetables resting.   Door calling. Damp air clinging to its glass To stay. Guests shuffling in.   ...And the place awakens to the rush.      

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