Peering out basement windows
The lady in the astute suit-
Gazes to skies of gray.
Those glistening papers
and golden pens
shimmer on her dignified desk.
Crumpling the paper onto the floor
she heads for the door
Book Picking
Like licking sweet cream
on morning donuts
Browsing through these luxuries
Fiction, art, bibliographies.
Wrapped in one chapter,
a delicacy for me
Shiny cookie sheets
Rampant heartbeat.
Timer dings, doorbell rings
Hurried feet rush to the door
To greet the man who owns the floor
Dripping coat brought to dry
A muffled cough, a stifled sigh,
A twitching smile at the smell-
of soft sweets baked too well
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