sunday morningA Poem by agalophonossunday morning is a conversation saying nothing says the most the bright light of 11am is a spotlight, exposing us for doing nothing all day, just like we are supposed to. a blanket, heated by two twin laptops, convinces us to leave dirty plates uncleaned in the sink, a task for tomorrow. the coffee smells like reassurance, and i offer you your cup which i poured how you like it. two cream, one sugar. © 2020 agalophonos |
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Added on March 5, 2020 Last Updated on July 26, 2020 AuthoragalophonosAbouti just wanted a place for my poems to be collected together - some are stories, some are songs, and some are from this big ol' heart of mine more..Writing
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