A2. The Waitress
Hands on the tray, taking small steps, setting things down, serving the guest, the love for what you do, and the cups dance along, to the music you have chosen.
I don’t startle, but watch, listen to your voice.
Sometimes it piles up, and I feel that I would have long since lost track in your situation, while you, one by one, take care of everyone’s wishes.
It happens often: I admire you, how you manage all this, while I, absorbed, keep observing.














