curtains billowing in the wind
the afternoon sun streaming in
the same old window
and the hour ticking away at a lazy pace
the tip of the pencil
tapping a rhythmic beat on the desk
forming
fragments of words
popping with delight
yes, i'm sure
they taste like little sugar candy
placing an order fine and detailed
my sole reader
awaits eagerly for a story
at the same old window
always happily
turning over the pages
drinking in every word with relish
smiling and frowning
the expression constantly changing
on your face
unravels your heart
it was tightly shut
but always near, wasn't it?
see? the faint happiness you feel
gradually spreads
in your chest
a gentle afternoon, sweet and simple
yes, that is
my daily dose of little sugar candy.