November 8: MID AFTERNOON COFFEE
Wheels turn as trees blur past
The blue wind blows through red hair
A day I know will last
Crossing streets without a care
Coffee in our clasped hands
Shared music, shared bands
Coffee at a table for one
Sip away the mid afternoon sun
Ride until emotions cease
A bag of books, a mind of words
Loneliness, happiness, restlessness, peace
And still, above fly the birds
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