It's afternoon in Winter,
your head down, locked
inside work and thoughts
of tomorrows, vital
minutiae sprawl like spiders
across mind's attic,
and a girl under a white
Krispy Kreme cap
of crinkled paper, her
jeans ripped in both knees,
grinning, trips you
with her foot. Laughter
bursts out of you, arachnids
scatter from your brain's tunnel
abandoning this surprised
awakening for a moment,
(or maybe forever)
as you turn
and bow
to the maiden.
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