Morning Pages
April 06, 2016
finds the moment
stretching
out the windows
down the slate grey streets
towards the dawn
The sun creeps out
from behind
the cover of clouds
and lazy Sunday
thoughts
Pause for tea
first flush
darjeeling
and
sharpening
the points
Autumn
knocks
the pain
all slanted shadows
and apple biting breezes
The last words
not an afterthought
but the long moment
as my lover
walks away
words
stream
down
my cheeks
ink
bleeds
through
the page
taste
like paper
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"apple biting breezes"
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Good stuff!
Thanks!
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