She brings coffee and croissants to eat
while fat pigeons peck food at my feet
seeking crumbs out of love
I might drop from above
as I search for her smile when we greet.
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Previously published at Poet’s Corner.
Breakfast At The Outdoor Café
22 thoughts on “Breakfast At The Outdoor Café”
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Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
Lovely, Frank!
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Thank you, Dora!
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Excellent. Not a fan of pigeons though. 😁
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I avoid pigeons as well. Thank you, Michael!
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Lovely work!!!
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Thank you, Sofia!
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Sweet!
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Thank you, Mary!
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Excellent limerick!
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Thank you, Rebecca!
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I couldn’t even tell this was a limerick at first read! It has a poignant, whimsical feel to it.
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It is a limerick, but I am glad you didn’t recognize it as one. Thank you, Chel!
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A delightful poem, Frank!
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Thank you, Eugenia!
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Most welcome, Frank!
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Very cute!
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Thank you, Cassa!
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Short and sweet!
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Thank you, Jim!
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You are welcome brother Frank!
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Nice work, Frank. If it wasn’t November and freezing outside, I’d be inspired to have lunch on our deck. 🙂
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It is still warm enough for a walk with a light jacket where I am in South Carolina, but it will get colder. Thank you, Mark!
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