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tuesday morning

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the slow burn of a summer dawn
makes my life dance in my eyes.
seated at a small, round table
outside of some caffeine temple.
I sip on my Americano and pretend
I give two-shits about the business
section of the Dispatch. watching
for beauty, my eye catches a girl,
roughly twenty, long brown hair and
unseasonably pale skin. I watch
her as she walks the block and
I wonder if the world is as interesting
to her as it is to me. and I wonder
if she even noticed me sitting here,
in my oblivion, in my heaven.

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Written by burrben

June 2, 2011 at 2:08 pm

Posted in poetry

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