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At Arby’s, at Noon

Some of us were arriving, hungry,

impatient, while others had eaten

and were leaving, bidding goodbye

to our friends, and among us

stood a pretty young woman, blind,

her perfect fingers interwoven

about the top of her cane,

and she was bending forward,

open eyed, to find the knotted lips

of a man whose disfigured face

had been assembled out of scars

and who was leaving, hurrying off,

and though their kiss was brief

and askew and awkwardly pursed,

we all received it with a kind of

wonder, and kept it on our lips

through the afternoon.