***
She murmured “come in, take a seat”
My chin on the tile, my mood deplete
She asked “need a drink?” I could hardly resist
My body reclined under the elm branch twist
I needed her company, more than that even,
Feelings of sympathy in her ebony eyes seen
Friendship, and a word or two
Lightened my dark mournful mood.
***
The Bag Lady 
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