The Cafe

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The cafe is where I

Spend afternoon musings

Drinking in…the scent of spicy tea

And the shards of homely memories

Contingent throughout

While Francois Hardy crooned her love

To the spring rain and wind

Tapping at our door —

The honeybunches.

Will you notice at last?

That faithful rendez-vous

I chose in your name

Before I ever knew you were.

Complete my picture

Of tranquil excellence,

Else I’ll sip into further ruminations

And lose my mind to eternal abidings,

The cafe and its sweetly promises

As I just…dream away.

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