a cracked slab of
concrete
knocked
on the front door.
"i ache of
tread and
winter
wind."
it shuttered,
turned a frigid purple
(by
winter
solstice),
and looked
at its watch.
(5:55 A.M.)
another repetition
of an engine revving.
another star
brilliantly,
silently,
waving
goodnight.
another coffee cup
becoming
hot
and then,
becoming
cold.
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 11:20 PM UTC
a cracked slab of
concrete
knocked
on the front door.
"i ache of
tread and
winter
wind."
it shuttered,
turned a frigid purple
(by
winter
solstice),
and looked
at its watch.
(5:55 A.M.)
another repetition
of an engine revving.
another star
brilliantly,
silently,
waving
goodnight.
another coffee cup
becoming
hot
and then,
becoming
cold.
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