She was running late for her meeting,
On a cold Friday morning in New York City
As soon as the car stopped, she rushed into the building
Her nose was red and her hands were freezing
Without even looking she walked straight to concierge,
And as she turned, she noticed him sitting patiently.
They both looked at each other as if they were expecting a different person.
Her confidence started to drop, and she felt the tickles on her skin.
Trying to shake the nerves away, she introduced herself with a smile on her face.
And although she tried to hide her excitement, she couldn't help it
Meeting him was the highlight of her day.
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New York Minute
PoetryIt was a cold Friday morning in New York. Snow kept falling blocking the streets and drivers rushing to get to work, including me. I woke up with no motivation, but all of a sudden my day changed.
