The wind opens
the cafe door,
waltzes in with
night blooming jasmine,
dressed in
pink-drenched clouds.
She stirs a latte
with a fingertip
painted purple lilacs.
Streetlights pull
up a chair
next to the window,
and wink through
fragrant listening.
published in “Alien Buddha Zine #54 Sept 2023,” republished on Scuzzbucket
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