Saturday, April 21, 2018

Daily Prose Poem


Feet propped atop a table.  Head thrown back behind sunglasses.  Lazy lashes not busy.  A day too boring to gaze into.  A girl so quiet, so aloof that you have to wonder who she is.  She checks her watch, delicately lifts a cup of java to her lips for a sip.

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