The bistro at ten o’clock.
I got her text and
Was eager simply
To see her.
A week ago at
The morning market
We had both reached
For the same figs
And touched hands
Not releasing too soon.
And now couple of
Dark coffees and biscotti.
No harm in that.
She was a Masters
Student in Fine Art.
I was here at the US
Embassy for an
Eighteen month
Assignment.
Nothing back home
Really holding
Onto me.
The morning was not
Too humid.
And the passers-by
Relaxed.
Remembering
Her hazel eyes…
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