Rosie

Sounds of the Velvet Underground and
incense in the air.
Foot tapping the floor,
eyes bright.

He had an air about him.
Like a plastic
finger puppet monkey.
Mischievous
and bendable.

Well crafted words and
half a sandwich.
Yet he gave more.

She looked at him
in silence.
Wanting to soak it all in
like a Jules Verne novel.

Sunlight danced on her arm
through the window.
Fluorescent sneakers
offended her from the street.
She smiled, her heart
at peace.

She welcomed the sweet, sweet silence
of the Velvet Underground.

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