You sit alone like me
Ice cream from Swenson's
In your hand
Siddhartha in your lap
Staring across the bay
Toward San Francisco
I'd like to think we are thinking the same thing
Your face is miles away
And Siddhartha
Open to page one
Lies forgotten
And flapping in the wind.
Just as in five minutes
I will have forgotten this poem
What poem?
You're beautiful
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