Have you experienced this story?
When whimsical words might convey
A notion of dialogue
Yarns of personal response
She said to her friend
While sipping coffee at the local café
She was quietly adamant
Yet that earshot was apparent
Talking of a secret reality
We all seem to carry
In different unmarked bags
Gathering mostly around our eyes
Showing signs
Fatigue and worn smiles
Expressive and telling
She smiled again and again
As her listening ears would not
Depart yet affirm her own response
To the daily ordeal
Of living in a life
That contains a great deal
Bartering for oxygen
An energy that travels
The universe, at least, that circumstance
Seems probably for everyone
To experience in a sidewalk cafe
