Never Judge a Book

They leaned across the table,
fingertips touching,
heads inclined,
eyes engaged

Anyone could see how much in
love they were,
except I heard
her call him

A freaking dumbass, while
he made feeble
attempts at an
apology.

Eavesdropping certainly
has some perks
not the least of which is
entertainment value.

Vivian Maier, New York, 1950

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

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