my double-shot espresso and i
sit by a large window over-looking Dupont Circle on a friday night,
silently transfixed by the life that bustles past:
couples hand-in-hand, content with nothing but themselves;
groups of girls and guys dressed to impress.
the blades of the overhead fan pass rotate over a light fixture,
creating a slow-motion strobe light effect.
in the far corner, a couple embrace and share a drink.
occasionally, the man reaches over
and affectionately rustles the hair on her head.