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by Richard Vince

The lights, the ceiling, the roof beams,
The menus. I try to look anywhere
But at her as her skilful hands
Perform their well practised dance
Behind the counter.

The lunch time rush has faded,
But her brightness has not.
Her smile is a pleasing constant
As people come and go.

Even in the shadow cast by
The afternoon Sun outside the
Window, she is not darkened.

When I move from lamplight to
Daylight, I will leave the light
Behind.

04/23/2012

Posted on 06/17/2012
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 06/18/12 at 01:36 AM

There are times as you describe when a person seems to shine for us. Most often we call it love? Nice write Richard.

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