Morning has dawned
when I make the day's first pot of coffee
as the cats meow beside their
trays still holding
last evening's food;
morning has dawned,
and I am listening to yesterday's news
of craft to Mars and Earthly turmoil,
waiting for the coffee to drip
as light dances on the wall,
late messages from a Summer
that has passed me by,
inside these walls where I wait
for days as dark as the
black coffee I now drink.
31.07.2020
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