Sit
inside
Black
outside
early
morning
Pane
reflects
my image and fluorescent light
Glare
glazes out the stars
The
morning black as night
Simplest
of all similes
The
smoothness of the glass
Clues
cast cloudy imagery- curvature
The
lens I wear to read and write words
The
one that blocks the winter wind
The
one that says the earth is flat
And
there’s no one reasonable to defend
My
coffee cup
Sits
there steaming
Sat
upon my desk
Distracting
me from everything
JFW’s
Infinite
Jest
How
come so much bitterness,
And
not more bittersweet?
Smell
the scent of burning toast
Time
to be getting on…..
Edmonton, AB Canada
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