Write a four line poem about: an absence.
It's been an odd week at the bakery. So much stuff to squeeze into the freezer at the end of almost every day.
My best guess as to what's going on is that people left here for spring break but nobody (or at least significantly fewer people) came here for school vacation.
With school back in session next week I guess we'll see how accurate that theory is.
Either way, I am looking forward to a few days off.
An absence of customers
Buying what they usually do,
Has left me here wondering:
Just where the hell are you?