Pizza Store Window at Sunset

Thin and sharp,

her silhouette moved

against the sun’s sinking glare

through the pizza store window.

“Oh, honey look what you made me do!” she announced,

bending to pick up the pile of napkins

as the red light caught her sly smile.

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