Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Monday, July 13, 2015
The day sometimes starts with lonliness
Black to the taste of envy
these grinds, swimming in my cup
reminding me that only coffee starts my day
no stray cats to feed,
no hoarse throats to worry about fixing with my fingertips
just a faint woosh of the machines
to start a day
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