If We Just Sat and Talked For a Little While

he seeks her out,

the Day,

as the Night searches

for some light.

and when he finds her,

she's sitting under fanned green leaves,

sipping lemon tea

and letting the breeze rustle

her ginger-brown hair over her shoulder.

and he bows,

and she hands him a cup

and they sit in the garden,


he says,

'would it be all right

if you spent a little

of your company on me?'

and she tucked her hair back behind her ear,

smiling at the shy, fragile man

sitting, nervous, across from her.

'of course,

as long as you can promise

not to steal my heart

in the middle of summer'.

and he smiled

in return 

for her presence.

The End

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