before coffee
before coffee
smoothing a smooth cat
coolio
listening to gentle piano
on the radio
on a pearl grey day
in november
not a breath of wind
a leaf or two falling
with the piano keys
a whitening lobelia on a wet garden table
hint of blue in its blanching
crazed above a glazed pot
and of course that vacuous feeling
needing
coffee and cake with butter
along an intake of a breath
as smooth and cool as the smooth cat
waiting to lick the butter from my fingers
and oh to linger
here forever and a day
did i say
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