Shoes clacking like a tapdance
Although they were not experienced
Hands holding the curve
Poised forward to shelter me from the sun
Waiting for that taxi to drive on by..
but it's not like I heard one.
(Despite seeing one, either.)
The wind stood miles away from me
And my dotted skirt hang still
I looked inside the coffee shop
Soon to shut down someday.
Nothing like the sound of a small conversation..
That only seemed like mouths doing calisthenics
Don't look at me,
I'm only waiting for a taxi.
Professionally.
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Interesting write. I like it!
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Interesting
Very depth of a working lady of the night she brings herself out for all the to and waits as though for a taxi yet blind to its passing .good write here
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