Hot earl grey tea in
the morning a quiet cry
lingers in the blood
the people in a panic
“Leaders” calling themselves kings
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Writer in San Francisco, CA
Hot earl grey tea in
the morning a quiet cry
lingers in the blood
the people in a panic
“Leaders” calling themselves kings
Liked this poem? Read Somewhere Far Away or Hazelnut Coffee.
Sidewalk dark with rain
Fog hangs low, clinging to cars
What are you doing?
Somewhere far away, alone
I breathe in cold air
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Hazelnut coffee
in the early gray morning
I drink thoughts of death
Grappling with the loss of those
once living I read poetry
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Palm trees sway in the
backyard quiet gurgle of
the waterfall fall-
-ing into the pool, crows caw
as I close my eyes to sleep
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Rain pours, morning sky
glows gray fog settles low and
warm scent of coffee
flowers through the apartment
pups soft snore, murmurs in bed.
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