Freedom In A Cup Of Coffee
Self, is near—
From that internal glowering;
A night before. A.M. vague
Made the habit—
Now all's up in the sandy mist
Settling around me, as
The morning blooms open up to my reverie, while
I number odds in cafe grounds.
(Peak of perfection)
I'm swelling inside.
Saved to just be me
In the jolt—
Tender, random, heated;
Pushing on the planet; I'm now following
Its orbit, finally.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2023
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