We walked into the cafe

An older couple entered

Through my held door 
Hand in hand

Talking to friends

Amidst the youth

And their frantic keystrokes 

Lost to the now
Rain’s changing 

Drippy drizzle

To wind blown torrent

And the light moving

Across the sky
Puddles forming upon

Untended tables

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