quiet afternoon—
a barber dozes off
in the armchair
rising moon—
the sheen of her long hair
watching me
with this Mona Lisa smile—
a mannequin
abandoned shop
somebody's footprints
on the dusty floor
closing time—
all the lights go out
cloudy night
I bring her a firefly
in my hands
Robert Jacek
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