The Girl At The Shawarma Place

She stood

Calm and beautiful 

Behind the counter

Between customers

Utterly uninterested in anything



At that particular juncture in time

In space

Seemed so very uninteresting to her


Her face was serene

Her Stature very sure 

Her demeanor non existent


This was a shawarma place

Serving delights of food

And she was so very un-delighted

Staring at the soda fridge

As if it had the answer to a rhetorical 

Question she never asked


I was lost in her blank expression

As if her face was a planet 

Where time never existed

And my person

Was as transfixed as ever

Lost in the landscape

Of a glimpse 

Of what a beautiful girl looks like


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