eyebrows twitching he squints
into the sundrunk world beyond
his table where a woman walks
poised as if she could resist
the pressure of his eyes
would she succumb easily
carelessly divulging the plump
ripe fruit of her secrets
he weighs his options
in the palm of his hand unaware
he is sound asleep
silver hair unruly as the midday
glare dreaming of apricots
warmed by a summer sun
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
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