if you please that will be just fine
the morning looks monotonously damp
the more so in the light that refuses to go
no further than the mist on the distant tree
hanging me
sitting here writing slowly the word slowly as slowly
coffee time approaches and recedes with
every monotonous breath this empty feeling
demands a wholemeal scone and clotted cream
and damn me jam has percolated the gloom
a coffee morning is blowing through the trees
and if you please
a black coffee will be just fine
just fine
No comments:
Post a Comment