Row 7 Seat 28

by Renard Yearby


She sits unaware of my stares 
She doesn't know who I am 
I watched as she moved across from me 
A sweet smile she gives 
She sits unaware of my stares 

Falling asleep she does, what is she thinking? 
What are her hopes? 
Her dreams? 
She sit unaware of my stares 

Lips full and soft 
Skin smooth as an Aztec princess 
She smiles in her sleep 
She sits unaware of my stares 

I don't dare go sit 
Do I wake her? 
Do I say hello? 

As I sit and write 
I am unaware of her stares 


Row 7 Seat 28 by Renard Yearby

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