This little writing is recent. I happened to catch a couple at a restaurant and it appeared they we more consumed by the crossword puzzle than the food that they had ordered. So this piece goes out to all you crossword lovers...
Crossword Junkies
I watched, from a good distance,
a couple that appeared to be
crossword junkies.
They were pretending to be dining
but their dishes were placed
to the side– almost untouched.
It was the crossword puzzle
that they were eating.
It was placed center of table,
and they were nibbling at the squares.
With clues obscure–
long ago, hidden words, archaic and laic
usages and such. Engrossed in conversation
of many years with dialogue silent; pens in hand–
understanding only words. As they filled in those
New York Times crossword boxes,
I could only imagine what Sunday brunch
meant to them?
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