Couple dozen guys and some girls
leaning on cars, talk gentled by wheels
on the nearby street; everything amber
remote, filtered sepia by memory.
Very few cigarettes, some coffee;
banter and friendly interest
as a minivan pulls in full of family
out for an evening, maybe a movie later.
Inside Tim’s, a short line, a few
easy conversations at tables:
casual clerks dispense donuts
and coffee while chatting.