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The Poet

December 27, 2014 By Cynthia English 1 Comment

Tense from fatigue and frustration,
The poet’s hand tightens around his favorite pen

Outside the blustery winter storm prevents any hope
Of a double espresso
Or another conversation with the pretty barista

He thinks of her pleasant smile
And naïve innocence
Reminding him of his young wife

His grip tightens at the inevitable reference
That invades his mind and pierces his soul

She is gone

He sighs deeply
In unison with the howling wind

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