Morning Brother

I walked this morning
To a cafe in a tiny house
Set right next to a downtown park

For an oat milk cap
And for one house-made cherry pop tart
to sit at a shaded table

And a man, my age
Likely younger, statistically
A head of curls in a man bun

Said “Morning, Brother.”
I thought, yes, we are morning brothers
In this small cafe in the park.

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