She stood in the doorway
Of her 1973 apartment in Brooklyn.
One hand propped on the blue wood
The other resting on her hip and clutching a rectangular piece of paper.
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While gazing at the moody orange New York skies
She looked like a superstar of the era passing by.
Hands moved, positions changed
But ambiguous expressions on the face remained.
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And just when the last beam of light disappeared from her balcony
A black tabby appeared on the bluish-green windowsill.
Her meow brought the woman out of her reverie
And she moved to prepare a bowl of food for the cutest cat she had ever seen.
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The letter lay on the yellow floor – unopened, forgotten.
Maybe for a little while or maybe destined for the trash pile.
On closer inspection, the postage stamp revealed
An upside down yellow bowl lying on a check-marked table cover with a stain shaped like Denmark.
-Armaan