On coffee shops No. 1A Poem by Michael OliverThe head turns - the space
burrowed Black eyes wedged in the
eye corner Across the bridge of annoyed
connection The critical look of
intrusion met
A white blouse -a cream bag
A tied headscarf - an aura
of self The assumption skims - but locked
away Against the duck egg blue
wall
The latte stirred with
closed clinks Above the froth - the jaw
moves A habit -food - past events
chewed Her privacy is her own
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3 Reviews Added on April 4, 2016 Last Updated on April 4, 2016 AuthorMichael OliverAboutI like capturing the world in various mediums for a long time I was a painter, but more recently I realize the same imperative can be used to direct words as well as brushes. more..Writing
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