sweet blue eyes straddles a chair in a coffeeshop bent over an application for the other coffeeshop across the street i can't stop thinking since early this morning is finally overcast enough like me the sky is rhyming with pavement again furtive scribbling but my pen is still still as i watch the young woman tilt her mahogany away from the long blonde tongue of table loosens a cascade of tawny curls striped sherbert shirt lifting lifting like a curtain too early exposing an astonished flank of pure sudden vanilla skin saddles of flesh riding downhill noon in the daylight toward the oasis hidden in her jeans
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