A conversation had in a diner. Nothing these yellow benches haven’t seen. Wisdom and age, Meeting youthful vigor. The wood paneling is bare, Raw to the emotions and words shared. Raw is the grain on the tables, Laden with spices and condiments. All parties attentive, In their respective positions. Yellow is the mood, Set by the benches. Where life has been lived, Weight supported. A simple color holding space. Keeping peace for a weary traveler. Holding wisdom and youth, Connecting, A moment raw. For a better future.
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