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2012-11-12T11:41:06-08:00November 12th, 2012|Relationships|

I don’t go to coffee shops for the coffee

Mug of sitting down for a minute
warm people-watching
sweet like a new idea

mellow community of strangers
background soundtrack of my morning

I could kiss the bearded guy
for making muffins

I sit at the big wood table rubbed
with other people’s lives

smells like hope

my husband’s not looking at me
but it’s still a date
he’s typing fast
with two fingers
his left foot heavy
on mine.

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