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Olga
She has hair the color
of eggplant leggings displayed in
the window across the way
and green eyes that sparkle with elfin mischief
bringing light to a rainy evening
Her voice tinkles as words like
“wodka” and wabysitter” roll from her tongue
She says her english is poor
yet her understanding of our artist souls
is infinite
as we agree that life as it is
is not all that it should be quite yet
She smiles at the man who brought her to the bar
She laughs at the fate that brought her to this place
Where perfect strangers huddle under one another’s umbrellas
