Coffee Shop

by Isha Fazili

She sits with wide eyes at the corner of the street
on the corner of her chair.
He moves through stumbling voices
serving each with a nod.
His angled hands ache for more
than hollow gestures,
her long fingers trace empty dreams
into the table’s dust.
Her request falters in her tightening throat
as his question is left in the lines of his back.
Hope is the spilling honey that sweetens their cups.




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ABOUT THE POET ~
Isha Fazili is a seventeen year old student and writer living in Manlius, New York.


Last updated December 01, 2016