The Fool

The girl next door hears me whistling

She looks like music, I’m simply tone deaf

The night is fine, she flashes a smile,

Shuts the door, and the window next.

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Late in the evening she comes

Lightly up the fire escape

Offers a sparkling water

I’m smoking, depressed, no thanks.

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After work I spot her staring

She can’t possibly fit in that space

Hoists the shopping bag on her hip

I drive away from the look on her face.

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