Thursday, 18 March 2021

weight

 weight


wait 

the fire draws the day

wait

the dishwasher is on

snoring like the cat

her beside me waiting


wait

down the long avenues

deep inside of my mind

gathering the thought of a thought

into my fingers that are tapping

here on my iPad


wait

bloody typo sends me ricocheting 

up the pin-ball machine of the past

laughter dried like blood

tears rimed with salt


wait

for kintsukuroi to set

tumbling the the counters

the golden treasury congeals

one can drink from the cup now

for dawn has broken

again 

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