Sparkles with Annie

by Chris Lawrence

midwest afternoon blue,
riding solo all the
compass points,
to diner somewhere,
for breakfast,
hot coffee
and smiles,
brighter than dew
you eat,
you drink,
waitress catches like
a splinter of glass
in your eye,
watering for her beauty,
name tag says Annie
and how you’d
sparkle with Annie.

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Chris Lawrence born 64, lives in an English seaside town of West Kirby writes poetry and stories his most recent publication was in Zygote In My Coffee he can be reached on Twitter @clawfish

http://www.writeoutloud.net/poets/chrislawrence
http://www.pw.org/content/chris_lawrence