One Minute
written by: Heidi Baker
@heidib19
Downtown tower bells ring a five o’clock
going-home song of varied tones, for all
the wearers of neckties and dress shirts,
black flats and sensible skirts.
Office workers are finally free.
A dog reaches his high-pitched bark
all the way to my café table
on the next block.
His call for attention is underlined
by the grey tones of rolling tires.
Everyone has a destination.
Three feet away a gathering of small talk
lifts and fades, rises again, then ends
with chimes of laughter
a smiling silence
a ripple of half waves.
I write their story in the late afternoon.
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