All Alone

by

Nettie Stadnyk

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Alone in a crowded room
A friendly soul approaches
A warm smile
"Hi! How are you?"
One whiff, one abrupt right wheel.
Waits not for my response
Gone.

Alone again
With my passionate love
Symbolized by a cherished gift
A clove necklace and earrings to match
A suggestive potent exhilarating aroma
The clove Spirit of my very existence!

Alone, once more
With warm thoughts of my passion
A miraculous health inspiration
"A clove a day keeps the doctor away"
and friends and everyone else at bay
To be sure, I indulge in two.
Murderer of the virus and germ
Yet it enhances meats
And spikes up mushrooms and gravy
A loathsome buzz squelches my thoughts.

Alone in a crowded room
A fly on the wing draws near
Cuts into my clove huff, flutters and wilts
Right wheels and staccatos away
With a wheezing raspy buzz.

Another soul approaches, a comic
"Hi! Do I detect an emulation of Estée Lauder?"
No chance to respond,
Rudely she right-wheels away.

Alone, once again
In a crowded elevator
I suck in my breath
Holding it only one floor at a time
Or exhaling and suffering abusive glares
And verbal sarcastic stings.

Alone, again, again, and again.
Woe is me!
Guilty as assessed and accused
A social outcast!
A garlic user and abuser
Alone, all, all ALONE.

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