04:00 a.m.

At four a.m.

drinking two or three hours old coffee

from an inherited mug

I watch pink clouds

through dark green foliage of trees

as lone car roars

through my memories -

so many of them, like random

photographs picked from albums

and thrown on a table, my

mind at this late hour of consciousness.

Each moment folding

to this one, where like an ancient

insect in Burmese amber

I drown beside a fallen feather,

broken.

08.06.2019