It’s 7 AM in a dental office
The sun is low and sky hazy
A slight chill hangs outside the window
Like an uninvited guest.
A mother walks in
Child in tow
Like a worn cable
Pulling a disused train.
And the lone figure
Heretofore unmentioned
Is no longer alone,
But three.
The sound of crinkling
Echoes a forsaken meal
And beady, quiet eyes widen
In longing.
An unspoken approval passes
A concession given
Satisfaction expressed in a crunch.
Moonlit Poetry 