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A train, West 4th Street Station, Tuesday April 29th
I emerge onto the platform. Look left, look right. I see him next to the column. He’s the one. I steer toward the other side of the column. I change my pitch – I don’t know why. He is open and agrees immediately. Show her your poem! She’d be crazy not to say yes.

Everyday I see her
I order black coffee 2 sugars
Wondering what she orders.
If we order the same thing
If she adds sugar, like me
Maybe I think too much
There’s an elegance that surrounds her
Sort of like a bubble
where no one else exist
I’d like to visit that world
seems much more peaceful than mine
Maybe I think too much
I enjoy coffee on these days
I always seem to get the right sugar

Read a poem by Sarah MG

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