~A
Lovely Young Reader at Tate Street Coffee~
Short hair tied up messily, clasped in back,
blue cotton jacket hanging open with
a spaghetti-strap shirt that bares her belly,
bell-bottom jeans and tennis shoes.
Just data points to give range to the sight
of her sittingcurled into a ball, her feet
on her chair and a thicktome in her hand.
Adorable
is the word, the unselfconscious
beauty of a woman engrossed in a dream
of books, entranced by the public solitude
of attending words on a stack of paper.
(From time to time, she stops to check her phone
because nothing seems quite real when you're alone)
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