magoski
Dust rises,
drone hums ,
lovers sip
pretending Eden,
operator yawns, not seeing girl spinning a sling of defiance, silence wound tight then released, collapsing into lovers’ eyes wide shut,
"as more and more people", she says to him,
looking at the dusty caravan,
" they're trying to flee the war that is on all sides" "Do we go south", she says. "Or do we go to the Sea", says he.
They pause
Look into each other's eyes
The coffee is good