2Cups of Black Coffee

Late Saturday morn‘
I left for SOMA –
Having been needled by
My spouse of fifty years
To fancy smelly cheeses.
I always come across
An acceptable choice of food
Besides as I get hooked at
The bread and cake counter
I meet a young woman
We talked instantaneously
Until I invited her for some
A free thinker.
We found quickly the hidden
Harmony of our souls.
It might have been that missing
An interlocutor
That my heart spilled over.
Then I realized in my gregarious
That she acted reserved.
Something held her back
To kiss goodbye like friends.
Albeit we bade farewell
Three times.
Maybe we’ll meet again
At Soma/Soo-Good.


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