Sit, drink your coffee here; your work can wait awhile. You’re twenty-six, and still have some of life ahead. No need for wit; just talk vacuities, and I’ll Reciprocate in kind, or laugh at you instead. The world is too opaque, distressing and profound. This twenty minutes’ rendezvous will make my day: To sit here in the sun, with grackles all around, Staring with beady eyes, and you two feet away.