His name is Alex.
Alex is a poet. No one knows it.
Most people call him Al. (The first truncation)
I met him one morning at the counter of Elsie's Diner.
Looking toward him and the woman he had been talking with, I declared, "I just love this place!"
The young man, dressed in a red tee-shirt, a red cap upon his head,
looked directly at me and he said . . . . "I love this place too!"
As if to say, "I love this place so much, . . . " he continued,
"I wish I was the person in the picture on the cover of the menu."
Immediately I exclaimed, "Alex! "This young chap Alex is a poet!"
The woman sitting next to Alex, one of the local old-timers, retorted flippantly.
"He's narcissistic!"
Thus, I've proved my point. I've made my case.
Alex is a poet, and noone knows it!
Alternative Title: Truncated People Poets
Locate the second truncation
| Elsies on Main Street, Goshen, 2009 |
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