7am, seated at Starbucks
I soak up coffee and the sunrise.
Raven haired female stranger
parks in front of me and
just sits there behind sunglasses.
Is she staring at me?
Or just staring into space…
Lamenting the office job?
Listening to the end of her favorite song?
Replaying the argument with her husband?
Fretting the test results arriving this afternoon?
Perhaps she's just sleepy,
Not yet awake…
Hasn’t had her morning coffee.