old cafe Paris
hot reality in cup
black beret on head
buses and trains pass
full of tired people now
workday is over
paris opera house
aria from balcony
my small apartment
Poems, Short Stories, & The Paranormal
black beret on head
buses and trains pass
full of tired people now
workday is over
paris opera house
aria from balcony
my small apartment
40th floor
prudential building
cold day
she wanted
a future
I wanted
out of the house
new life
the lady I talked with
ex-husband
worked where I used to
she said bitterly
my chances were sunk
met my new friend
we had lunch
some Polynesian place
bridges and koi fish
then we parted
she went her way
I went mine
I didn’t get an offer
I wonder
if she did