There is a stranger.
She works in a bookstore,
a dot in a city of
three million squared,
equal amounts in buildings.
She has a great smile
a demeanor so sweet
it makes a person dream of
a giant oak and a bagful of legends.
I approached her accidentally
and she sidestepped her duties
for me
to be a small part of a little girl’s dreams
to help a young eight-year-old lady
romanticize life for five hundred pages.
It is easy to get confounded and absorbed
by the numbers of the world,
but one,
right alongside one,
also creates a world
where the imagination transcends the impossible
and two separate, beautiful girls
can be one.
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(written on pen & paper)
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