Poem #37

Girl in a Coffee Shop
Slender figure and eyes alive… planning
future excursions. Beauty living in
Nordic fashion; lips set ready, laughter
at the root. Fingers dancing, talking
in words sent tither through wave.
She looks up, eyes meet, words pass,
lips don’t move. What will happen
as time moves forward… she is a wisp
of smoke, dancing here and there.

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