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In the café of Barnes and Noble,
we sip tea:
yours Earl Grey,
mine orange.
From above, like
critics at a theater,
Hemingway and Wilde
watch us compose verse.
At the park beside the library,
we share philosophy
and crumpets
with Twain and Swift.
Someday, we'll tell our children
bedtime stories:
that Bronte introduced us
and Shakespeare
wrote our wedding vows.
-Erika Salomon
