The rain falls and I
Drink tea and type quietly
Words spill out but do
They mean anything in the
Morning light, in the quiet hour?
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Blue Sky
Blue sky and white clouds
Crisp Spring air kisses softly
Time slips by but words
Linger, how many days? Years?
It’s been too long, where are you?
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Hot Earl Grey Tea
Hot earl grey tea in
the morning a quiet cry
lingers in the blood
the people in a panic
“Leaders” calling themselves kings
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Somewhere Far Away
Sidewalk dark with rain
Fog hangs low, clinging to cars
What are you doing?
Somewhere far away, alone
I breathe in cold air
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Hazelnut Coffee
Hazelnut coffee
in the early gray morning
I drink thoughts of death
Grappling with the loss of those
once living I read poetry
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