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Poems
Apr 2018
Green
The green tea is hot
As my tongue touches
and licks
the surface.
The steam floats off with its flavor
and burns the tip
and I then put it down
to mind myself
of other things.
But the day is cold
With the trees bending uneasy
And the windows wailing
with their cries.
My feet are cold
As I sit crossed
holding them close
to my thighs.
But still nothing goes
on inside
But still nothing goes
on in my life.
The hot tea I pick up
as I settled it down
a few seconds ago.
“Oh its hot…”
I look outside.
Where did you go.
#vacant
#green
#where
#time
#cold
#feet
#tea
#seconds
#passing
#slow
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