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Heather Logan

At the Corner

In a dark little café

At the intersection of 34^th and 7^th,

She sat in the corner

Behind a dusty little table.

Her face was lightly powdered

And hair done up in curls.

Slender fingers drummed against the mug

Holding cold coffee dregs.

She glanced down at her watch,

Then checked it once again.

With a long sigh and only slight hesitation,

She slowly departed her perch.

* * *

He entered a dark café

And scanned the room from corner to corner.

His dark eyes were only met

With strange, unfamiliar gazes.

Not spotting her familiar face,

His expression contorted with grief.

As the rain began to fall from his eyes,

He turned and wandered away.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]