Habit, Unblest
Soft dawn
no longer you
steam curls from my cup
palms pause on the chipped mug edge
still here
Each day
I set one down
memory moulds its shape
pen scratches, ink hardens slowly
again
Outside
light rain falls
waning petals drum the glass
shoes splash across stone puddles
lingering
Rooms learn
my slow outline
shelves echo my careful tread
clothes folded, dishes stacked, life
counterfeit
My breath
keeps a tally
poems slip forward past my hand
past the hands that fold, sweep, and lift
still on
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