“Surprise Her”

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“Surprise Her”

Surprise her, then, and let her guess
What took so long; he waited patiently,
She took no notice; he was as he was wont to be,
She had no time. The rest
Was lost on both of them; they didn’t care
To tip the waiter, neither bore the blame
For carelessness in choosing tables (lame
Excuses mumbled that the tab was somehow unfair!)
And, after all, the caf thrives on its frugality,
Wastes nothing on a knife!
Bread comes whole, unsliced,
A little primitive and only slightly baked, reality
For both and somehow consciousness of something dangerous:
Read the label, then, and mark these subtle strangers!

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