Poem: Lunch Time

“Lunch Time”

not much of an appetite
even after the depression
has passed, I sit here
as the lunch hour
comes creeping up on me
and nothing is really
moving me or sounding
all that good to me,
having skipped breakfast
I will surely eat something
as the hunger starts
to make inroads with
dull growlings deep inside,
just what it will be
still to be decided

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