I keep company
with a mischievous
girl-boy
as we walk past
those
who
wait
for roses
we nibble
on sweet stale bread
longing for a late
afternoon nap
we sip
cheap
champagne
from crystal coupes
we speak
with the hushed voice
of a thousand tiny
bubbles
burst
at last
as the last
light
leaves
the city sky
ablaze
we exhale
our name
NaPoWriMo Day 12
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