gold rush on broadway
sipping my coffee watching
we lock eyes and smile
steam rises from grids
reach into the garbage can
and you look upward
again we lock eyes
rays of light pierce the shadows
you leave and i sip
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What an absolutely human moment. This was lovely! Also, thank you for the follow on I Write Her. I hope you enjoy my work. 🙂
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You’re most welcomed. Thank you for reading!
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My pleasure!
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