Warmness in Casual Mornings
A Poem
On her casual morning stroll
she is heading to the coffee shop disenchanted
been spotted in a crowd of commuters
mumbling a few words
behind the curtains of noisy coffee makers
standing still
waiting for the man behind the bar’s curves
waiting while she searches for their contact
he laughs and nods his head
a steaming mug and a book
she smiles at him before she sits at a table
she leaned her head back…