A story

The beginning

Hands clapping
the end of a show
crossed gazes
a star capped night
who looked first?
they’ll never know
they shared a cab
it just seemed right.

The middle

Toe tapping
on the sill
crossed ankles
a downward chin
a hunger inside them
food cannot fill
the doorbell rings
she lets him in.

The end

Coffee swirling
the silent game
burrowed feelings
a furrowed brow
nothing’s different
nothing’s the same
a sentence to start
but what? and how?

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