She sits at a coffee shoppe
Dolefully aware
The aroma; strong, nostalgic
For a few moments she escapes
Wonders what they think of her
Dressed in black, alone.
They meet for business,
possibly pleasure
Discussing politics?
Profits?
Losses?
She does not care.
Words such as Verona, Sumatra
Flood her vision
A desire to travel engulfs her curiosity
Reality, however presents itself
upon quick glance of the clock.
Time to go.
Cannot be late
Solidarity lost.
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