There is that glance,
mine is searching,
early morning faces,
waiting upon a facade
all privacy inside their own
personal planner
like any other day.
My eyes open
the village outside
my life no longer
the exclusive
neighbor
cutting a lawn
in the surface
drawn cul-d-sac.
My table the same
coffee on my left
headphones
people watching and …
creating words,
finding words,
searching ever more
the right moment.
I remember again
like yesterday,
she scarves an elegance
standing in line
laceless tennis shoes
lean back
left leg straight to hip
resting, planted posture,
right readied
fragile bend at knee
pirouette.
Oh to might her glance
may she my eyes smile
©️ Scott F Savage 4/2020
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