The night in stills liquid
Moving motion pictures
Step onto the frostlit walks
That hold the days upon them
The vixen twinkle of your eyes
In the street lights
The soft rose warmth of my smile
Meet on the corner
Bid hello & good bye & hello
Words cross the air to mingle
& disappear as we slip out
To redress new contexts
Stories told and untold wait
Like footprints and newsprints
To be consumed hotly tomorrow
As warm coffee and sweet desserts
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