her hair flamed
as she entered the restaurant
my heart leaped
at the sight
not every day
does a goddess enter
Sam's diner
on 18th and Damen
gliding with grace
over Sam's humble threshold
it was eons ago
when we both fell
from the humdrum
into the celestial realms
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Sam's Diner sounds like a good place to go for a cup of coffee. A good read. I like this one. A 10 in my book. Thanks Richard