I ponder as I stroll:
A glance through a window
marked with the blatant signs
has captured my attention
left me reading between the lines.
I see a shimmer there
something I once had
I see her through the window
standing scantly clad.
And I think too fast:
I know I can't afford her,
yet I once adored her,
I even abhorred her
I nearly restored her
and she's standing on the border
of sight and sound
where I've found
that pound for pound
she's quite bound
to confound me.
So I slow my breathing and act:
Hands to my pockets,
I'll avoid eye contact.
Consider this carefully,
I'll shuffle my feet.
Tell the salesman something,
I'll try to talk him down.
Mumble my words,
I'll take my sweet time.
And then I introvert:
A loan on Love has high interest.
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Submission Name: High Interest.
