a fine day
in her fancy dress
a frolic down a woven path
one encounter with a suited man
a stare made of intent
a quick sneeze
his ironed kerchief
she gladly accepts
his stare becomes a longing
that her hazel eyes return
in the distance
a church bell ringss
she silently curtsies
her legs, her mind
heavy with desire
for the long walk home
a veiled conversation
with her sister over
a delicate cup
of chamomile
puts her day to rest
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