From a cafe window

From a café window,
I watch the busy street below
Bustling with morning magic,
Translucent faces
Suffused by pink
Reach for steaming cups
Of soy decaf to go
Before facing the endless
Round of toil
That fills all available space
Like expanding foam.

This is where life
Has true meaning,
The aroma of arabica beans,
Faces muffled against the cold
World outside the window,
A stolen moment of time
A smile from the waitress
That makes my day.

From a cafe window was published in my chapbook of the same name, available at Ginninderra Press



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