Soft

A crowd in my loneliness dulls the edges,
day of watercolor wash and light reflecting wine.
One-two backbeat muzak and click-click of woman at work.
Child chatter, smiles smooth as local honey.
Warmth washes over me and I melt into my soft wooden seat.
Soft taps of rain outside the open door.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019

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