gray wet mornings
drinking tea at the window
seeing nothing but gray morning
tasting nothing but my dryness
memory so dense and familiar
it no longer enlightens
my life an overlay on this morning
this morning the grounds of my world
Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
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