Under the eye of the station clock she begins to pace, scans for a familiar face, eyes the pigeons pecking at breakfast croissant crumbs demolished at her feet. Too early or too eager, embarrassed when she finally sees him in the surge of crowd. Kim M. Russell, 22nd October 2018 My response to dVerse Poets […]
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