Cafe

You might have thought she was made of stone

Unshakable

 

If not for her fair skin, and her blushing cheeks

Sublime

 

The wave in her tresses, the ocean in her eyes

Arrogant

 

She stood behind the counter, as still as a statue

Affect

 

Statuesque, silent, poised, determined to disallow

Wrathful

 

She moves, and her gestures scrape me like a rake

Being

 

She takes my money, and pours my coffee

New York City

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