Fall In First - Cinquain - Cinqku
two grasp
white morning smoke —
two who spoon bumps away
from heat shadowing outside the cup,
bench space
two spoons,
sugar eyes,
coffee mug tilt —
lips touched by the moment,
chairs screech
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