CoffeeShop Blues
Evening walk
The Indian Summer hours are warm,
the blowsy heat of full-breasted earth.
Star dust from those bobbles
strung across night shimmers on your lips.
Street lights observe us as we walk,
soft eyes lowered, discrete.
Slippers and Shoes
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