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“ breathe in a fragrance “
Many a poet has written about how souls meet…
We met over coffee, a little hole in the wall
on the cusp of the lower East side…
You see I hate to stand in lines,
or hang with the grad n run latte crowd…
One day I asked about a small table for two,
a smile and a nice tip and it became my table…
I became “ Tall, Dark and Handsome “ …
You see I always place the same order,
“ a large black Columbian, with pastry “
The first time our eyes crossed it was apparent
she didn’t like standing in lines or standing
too close to anyone she didn’t know…
I had to smile as I watched all of the
hitters strike out, with just a look…
She left without any coffee,
our eyes crossed again as she walked by.
This time it was through a window
and between the worn faded decals,
bearing the name of our coffee shop…
My daily ritual had been going on for a while,
and several days had passed without her returning…
Our eyes crossed as she entered the shop,
it wasn’t a…
