Lazy Afternoons
Coffee, or should I say me?
Of course it's an inside joke.
We people watch
on lazy afternoons;
beams of gold make everything
look like a page torn
from a dream come true.
And in that gentle quiet
we share glances,
soft laughter,
the world drifting by
like old school music.
The cup grows warm
between our hands,
time slowing
to the pulse of sunlight,
as if life, in that moment,
needed nothing more than us
and the stories
we never rush to tell.
-Amsterdam
12.05.24
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