What time does she work?
Some said, later the day were,
as melting snow, caps my drink -
not here, but leaves fallen to rise this year.
Customers hope to - see - for them its
only a day - as the curbs - solid for sitting,
As though singing,
smiles spread white cheer,
the snow plays harmony
as she weaves a thank you -
rinse and pipes newly minted hair.
© 2013 Larry Ingram
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