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The business man at
the table behind me
tries, through his phone,
to logic someone
into not to cutting her hair.
At first I cannot tell
if it is a daughter or a lover,
but it becomes evident
as he pleads for her
to forget boys,
go back to school.
He offers advice, favors, sugary bribes.
Then, in a worried-father voice
he says he loves her.
But I cannot hear
if she loves him back.
This is based loosely on a converstaion I shamelessly eavesdropped on today at the coffee shop, and it's for PAD and NaPoWriMo.
