The cafe is buzzing with palpable energy at midday
She sits at a small wrought iron table with a glass top
Beams of sunlight refract through a crystal goblet of wine
And bend off the glass surface in every which way
Lighting the faces of busy strangers bustling down the avenue
In three piece suits, black-rimmed glasses, and shiny shoes
Chatting endlessly on phones, puffing vigorously on smokes
They march like a horde of soldiers with mechanical determination
She opens a worn secondhand novel from the library
The yellowing dog-earred pages are familiar and comforting
She tries to push out all the distractions, so much empty noise
She swirls the wine in her mouth, and it feels warm sliding down her throat
Her tan legs are outstretched on the chair, soaking in the sun's energy
She takes a deep breath of air filled with espresso and fresh pastries
She is completely content in this moment
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