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Tuesday, 1 March 2022

lOSt at ThE CAfE

 Empty coffee cup

L’addition

Stuck

Between saucer and cup

Sultry sun

Wicker seat

Accordion beat

Another cigarette

Marking time

Blue smoke

Hangs 

Like a cloak

Marble top table 

Room for two

Blue ashtray

Full of stubs

Plane trees

Cool shade

There she is

Cool white

Flowing dress

Knowing yet unknowing

Her eyes caress

Scan the scene

Pass me like a has been.

Lovers we will never be

She sits alone.

Pression

Sips, sips

Her scent crushes all around.

I chink the change

Figaro folded

I will never know.


21/02/2022 21:45-22:00



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