a boy with eyes like sweet purple
grapes lights up grandma’s lap.
a young man with dreadlocks
of blackened rope chatters
to grandmother in her powder
blue baseball cap,
pets a puppy painted
black and white,
thin fingers fidget in the heat.
a woman with bold sun/
glasses and papers in her fist
drifts like autumn leaves
inside this coffee shop,
a minute later she walks out
with no beverage bought.
the boy with grape shaped eyes
sucks his thumb and watches all,
with luck, the next Cronkite, perhaps?
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