Background flute, looks
Noses pressed to books
Pages of notes written
Conversations glisten
A glimpse of the inner child
Hair-dos, most wild
A child pouts and they attend
She skillfully leads them to their end
Snatching pieces from their plates
While all around life copulates
The world outside screened by silk
Inside coffee filled with milk
Several languages spoken all at once
Confused and feeling ever the dunce
Sunday feeling less than proud
Watching the Barnes & Noble crowd
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