1978

Put me there.  Among the diners stirring their mediocre coffee, the
waitresses making their rounds, the hostess leaning on the counter, bored.
Put me there, across the table from someone who thought she
knew me.  Say I never left the table, say I never made a difference.  See
the blue sky shining hope, the late August day far too cool for summer. 
See something break open, a momentary glimpse.