We trade glancing hellos
And she enblows with
Hickory breath
And a lemon juice smile.
She walks past with a
Pendulum rhythm
On whisper heels
And those lying, sleepy eyes
Of bruise-blue gravel.
Lady, keep walking.
You don’t know it,
But you’re ruining me.
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