When I worked at the University, every morning a plain doughnut lay for half
an hour or so on a paper napkin beside my computer.
At the nameless corner deli, a woman was spreading tuna fish onto white bread
with her back to the counter.
"Where have you been?" she asked.
She still served homemade wonton soup for $1.35. I ate it too fast,
"I hope you come back to stay," she said. I looked out the window, but it was a mountain stream running through the ravine in Colorado -- not Shattuck Avenue-- that I wanted to see.