Dark Day Roast Coffee

There is a light hue of evening slipping on a warm window frame.

Always know the date.

 

Sometimes I forget my name.

Maybe it’s all on the surface of what’s in my cup.

 

***

More coffee than is necessarily helpful.

And there are words by the mouthful.

 

Watching the cool day beauty,

Wind blows right through me.

 

Advantageously lacking,

Practiced at grabbing,

And then gone.

 

Sing song.

 

Tune in out of cue.

POV.

 

Out to sea, only to see you.

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