A tiny bubble shows deep in the glass.

[Paul Johnson <pjonmanana@worldnet.att.net>]

The ashtray is amber.                           1/1/70



At the cafeteria


Made my blood run cold, it did.
It was kind of yellowish,
cut up into choke sized squares.

Quickly walking by, I hid
My eyes from certain squeamish
feelings, recalling Dad's glares.

And quivered down to my knees
when the lady behind me
called out, "Rutabaga, please.

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