Cold morning's chill
comes through walls
via eyes, frosting
the mind; the mug
empty again I will
go to the kitchen
and make yet
another pot of coffee
to drink warmth
to finish translating
Caribbean poems
taking sunshine
from their lines,
and their
sun having set,
take her through her gifts
to bed with me having
all the warmth
I need.
14.11.2025
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