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Pretty blonde sitting at next table

      smoking a cigarette

        wearing a green dress

Perhaps she can see me as she takes

        those toxic puffs

her feet kicked up on the next chair;

        she seems to be

            looking straight at me

I got a glance but I wonder the meaning

                      of that

There was no smile or no friendly look—

                just sadness

I wonder if maybe she’s shy or insecure

That would really be sad

I guess could always ask yet I feel

            too shy myself

It seems that I’ll probably let it pass

                    on by

I really can’t say but she’s reading a paper

             from her purse

perhaps her peripheral vision is watching me

           as I shyly let it pass