Brew short poem

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you wouldn’t know them except for their orders
gliding like dolls hovering, footless, wearing bright dresses
that brush the dusty floor the kind a proud mother
would pick out then stand behind their chairs distracted
trying to tame their cowlicks. tiny girls with short hair
but they ordered espresso thick and hot, paid for
with a flourish of jangling silver and fixed ivory grins
they climbed onto their chairs simultaneous, slugged down
their mud ceremonious and when they spoke
you couldn’t hear, their conversation shooting round
taming the corners of the rectangular table until incandescent
it collapsed in sandalwood dust and after the glamor
you noticed their intention turned full onto an apple-cheeked
boy adjacent puberty mesmerized by tricks he’d never guess
they took tiny hooked knives out of crocheted purses
then singing a skirling song led him out the door into the dark

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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A beautiful tale in the form of a poem…good one!