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He types an e mail into
his blackberry. His suit
fitted to perfection.
The wind blows and he drives
away in his black car.

Her aura fills the air
as she walks out of the room.
Her pencil skirt fits snugly
as she sits in a chauffeur
driven sedan and leaves for work.

Across the street
staying warm in his old
quilt and thin, weathered coat
huddled against the cold wall;
he watches. And wishes.


2 Comments to “Wish.”

  1. nice imagery here. appears to have some tease in it. a lot of wish here for sure.

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