At the coffee shop.
Journey playing over the speakers.
The woman taking my order trying to resist singing along.
The barista, not resisting, leaning in, singing, swaying.
The woman at the register and I look at each other, smile, then sing behind our masks.
Secretly,
not so secretly,
joining in.
1 comment:
This is beautiful, Sean! A poem that brings an otherwise ordinary moment to life.
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