At Starbucks

At Starbucks I met an elderly couple
from New York
They started to talk to me,
Named me the flower girl
And said
they had seen me walking in town
With the flower in my hair
already before

That flower somehow connected
We were no strangers any longer
We talked about life and love
And shared our deeper life stories

And with a caffè latte in my hand
I told them about the words I write
And how I perceive the world
in stories and in poetry
Wherever I go,
I always have
the flower and my words with me

They asked:
‘Will you write about us now too?’
I smiled
And said: ‘Who knows’

©RoseGirl2018

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