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Waitress
by Richard VinceWatching the condensation dripping
Down the side of my glass
My mind was everywhere
But I couldn't find it
Then I looked up...
And there she was
A vision in black, white and blonde
That purposeful walk...
Rolled up sleeves...
I was transfixed
Captured by the aura of shy confidence
As she carried the trays to and fro
And I sat and drank
Then I drained the last drops
And knew I had to go
I had to leave her behind
In this world of tea and cakes
And I knew I wanted to stay
And watch forever...
09/16/2000 Posted on 01/25/2006
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/26/06 at 02:03 AM This has happened to me....and yes, to just stay in that world, would be grand. Almost a dazed feeling. A well captured event. Great details. |
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