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Coffee Break

For once it's me looking out; the tall glass windows
framing a beastly December - do the passersby think me some brag?
With my coffee and my notebook and my folded arms

A parade of fashions and faces; some mouthing words
though none making sound, the hush of their
boots meeting ground

They pass and they pass, all billowing scarves and rippling wools
A half of them catching my eye

I wonder how long might I stay in their minds
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Wednesday, February 28, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: december,love,nature,winter
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