Solitude with coffee and a sketch pad
On a public tree-shaded deck,
Outside in heaven and bliss
The barista, always happy, chirps to each
New customer that comes seeking soothing in a cup
Introverted. Wanting. Needing center before
Contact and being capable of even fluffsharing
pleasantries
The sketches have dispensed themselves to the pad
Through the pen
Glancing up, the eye sees outlines of heads and trunks, possible sketches
Of bodies
It hardly seems fair to do it
These unknowns are beings with their stories, their
Heartaches, with their public faces on
By sketching only outlines, the soul
Of these souls, the piece truly desiring to be glimpsed
Remains elusive;
Outside of an uninvited intrusion
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