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Poetry with a Cappuccino

The waitress arrives Places a cappuccino On the table Then smiles A poetry book sits Waiting for the first sip Two sets of lips Eager to engage To taste, to feel A stolen moment In an otherwise Ordinary morning Thatcher … Continue reading

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Not Permanent!

To sit, sip In the cafe Quietly watch See the parade The look, a glare The nuance, a stare The shape, an attitude The style, a fashion A mode in transition So… not permanent! Thatcher Doran

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Between the Showers

on a June afternoon sipping ┬átea alone in the old basement scullery gone… now bright painted off white outside the traffic rumbles unseasonal wind grumbles leaving the city street forlorn while between the sips shadows gather dance across the room … Continue reading

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Signposts

the buzz, the heat dishes clash the noise of voices loud! but still in one piece in cafe Fixx morning newspapers creased some still neatly folded words arranged to disguise the truth that, which won’t be said…. the sip, the … Continue reading

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