At a little square coffee table,
in a comfy round chair,
her legs crossed at the ankles,
blonde little firefly drank her Colombian brew.
A little cream, a little sugar,
just enough to suit her taste.
At the counter, a deep voice sang musically
for a mint green tea,
nice and steamy, but with some ice
on the side. Long legs, cool blue eyes,
and a cane sweet smile.
With drink in hand, he turned and
found the firefly's glow.
A blush from her lit up the whole room with amber tongues,
pulling a grin from him as he sits down
and starts again: "How are you?"
"Well, thank you." "Lovely weather,
wouldn't you say?"
"It's a little hot, don't you think?"
The smile fades away.
"We could all use a bit more warmth in our day."
Ice dreams melt away.
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