when faced with the morning
and it’s amber light
water droplets hang invisible
in the air, the clouds’
last retreat: a vestige of warmth from a night
cancelled and overwritten
words get caught; thoughts viscous, half-numb
the train will come soon
automatic doors swoosh-ready and right
the reverse flight
divert all calls, cancel my appointments
hasten the night
Ah for a day off... but then creativity lights.
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