in the whirl of the early morning
flit to jab the time clocks,
three souls precariously sit,
creatures of habit at table two,
it has become a morning norm,
with laughter and smiles
exchanged in each exhalation of air,
for the fleeting fifteen minutes,
nothing wounds and the urban
world holds still in serenity silence,
in the crazed moments
of the tireless day
a reflection in the minds thoughts,
brings a warmth filled smile,
a gift from above
the three share.
