Bora born
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Effervescent shoppers of Centrals hide
away, brisk walkers with expectations.
Illusive flows of a non contact theme
lever the mind with anticipation.
Sliding doors challenge a customers' lot
as he enters the wall of fresh pulled air.
His daughter in the distance glides past browsers
of long nosed chasers of specials prepared.
His first impulse to whistle her out, breath
held back as the multitude converges.
They were to meet for a coffee break, he
slides through the crush, to catch her attention.
Parceled up luck guides their lot, to those two
doors, down the hallway of a side entrance
where she's caught up, by his tales of good luck
they greet, time puddles, doors slide in penance.
From the signed room, where males shake for a win
in a water world with preconditions
came the old man, whose name she now signed, as
the in-law, previewed by lost intentions.
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© dec 2006 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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