On the number 57 (as dawn broke)

sat in her seat

she shuffled her feet

and

ruffled her hair…..

coyly aware

that

I was there

watching her,

coyly aware that

she was watching me…..

as I stroked my beard

(nonchalantly)

AND WE WERE ELECTRICITY!

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