They meet for coffee
once a month on the fifteenth,
in the city at a diner they use
to have breakfast in.
Every morning for twenty-five years.
Both with cancer now.
They tell each other stories.
Laugh about internal parts
they’re missing,
from operations undergone.
To extend lives
neither of them give much
of a damn about
anymore.
A contest entry
- Originality With Meaning by The Slant.
525 points, ended February 29, 2008, 26 entries
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Comments
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the first stanza makes the reader think the poem is going to be nothing special and then they get hit with the second. well composed. you should remove the period after "to extend lives" but other than that, awesome.
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