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While Pouring Coffee

I am ten crows, twenty-three starlings,

one tree, a world of racket, every dusk that ever was.

 

I am a holy heart four angels defend,

other times I am nothing but flesh and fingertips.

 

There are four seasons, three necessities,

two sides to the moon.

 

The window has eight panes;

I am in them all.

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Written by
ShayCaroline
70 / GF / USA
Published
Jul 23, 2025
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8·55
Notes

This is a "flash 55' a poem in exactly 55 words. All the numbers in the poem add up to 55 as well, though that is not a requirement.

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