as I walk by she’s sitting
on the curb with her just-
peeled orange and takes
a bite out of a poem
sometimes it’s better
not to be so friendly
and interrupt someone
in the middle of eating
so I go inside
ten minutes later look out
there’s a fragment of a peel
laying in the gutter
but no her she’s walked
away and into this
poem to help me
bring it to a close
so I write down a gratuitous
“thanks for visiting”
though I shy from asking
which she enjoyed more
the orange
or
the poem
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