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Two Hours And 42 Minutes

is the answer to:
How long can I wander
through a bookstore
drunk on words
if left to wander
as long as I like?

But the weekend held its
unanswered questions, too.
How long can I linger
over lunch with you, old friend?
Longer than the turbaned waiters
at the Indian buffet will tolerate.
They turned the lights off
while we still talked and laughed.
So the only answer is:
Longer than this time.
Which means we must plan
another lunch and keep eating
and talking, in search of answers.

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