Over a bowl, a clanking mess of silverware
Tucked into the window
A 30s girl lapped up her daily Panera bread
With humorous ferocity and desperation
Like a mom on a rare solo night excursion,
A time frame countdown and
Two hands free.
I saw her because I was there
Venting the same cause and conviction,
Laughing and reflecting
Her happy spirit, my
Two eyes free to see her.
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