Morning Coffee
My life is a clatter
of things I'll never understand,
nomadic heart I hear you
like the leaves morning chatter.
Nowhere stands within me
like the figment of a bulb,
gracefully small to infinite matter,
I wonder.
Copyright © Jennifer Ratcliffe | Year Posted 2011
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