Poem: 8am

Wrote this one this morning, after taking Mike to work.


8am on Saturday

no one around

in a college town

 

windows covered in frost

car starts with a grumble

eyes bleary and lost

 

Coffee boils and steams

the only life stirring

are the birds

 

 

 

 

 

 

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