Hat slinging back the jet black
Hair smile peering through
Glass windows
Small puff with the long
Inhale of smoke
Tapping
The side of chamomile or chai
The aroma peers through the
Glass windows
Shift of tides a wave of dark mast
Erode the sands and prolong
The Inevitable
A breeze rolls through the
Glass windows
Time for the bill
Time for the crosswalk
Time to close the doors
And close the
Glass windows
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