Invaders

For a moment,

I almost felt naughty

for listening,

my pristine page,

taunting the chewed pencil

as I try to capture characters

through an exercise

suggested in a magazine,

but then I see

I am not alone

in my invasion of privacy,

that knowing smile

across the café,

I swear I saw a wink

that said:

‘You made it into

My notebook too.”

 

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