sarge’

stopping in

for coffee maybe sweet rolls

one flustered lady

there behind the counter

taking call after call: no he’s not in

serving us with a smile

as a voice appeared from behind us

is sarge in?

no he’s not in her response

can I get you anything else? she asked

as the phone rang off the wall

no he’s not in

& we sat watching this vignette

puzzling little drama wondering

who was sarge?

where was he?

why was he not in?

2 thoughts on “sarge’

  1. So many questions indeed!

    I have to say: I’ve been reading your work a bit and you have a very unique style. Never stop writing, this is amazing poetry.

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