is eating a muffin with a fork,
thinking observing looking
out the window
at the cars passing on the morning avenue
early, earlier than destiny
in contemplation lost,
something like a contemplative
all dressed up in fashion's mystery.
Small lips from the side
smooth cheeks with the lightest of fuzz
not that much like a girl
in some foreign city
looking for beauty
like a man looking for redemption
but still in observation of the world
Not much like that, but still
the eyes in faraway dreams
of a new life and love
with faraway thoughts alone
as she wipes her lips
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