You come in
and shake out an endless morning.
There is coffee on the counter or around the corner
where suits cross legs leaning over laptops.
I dart rather tumble in
but it ‘s okay.
It’s okay in this space-
It’s morning
and it’s lasted all day.
We are gently turning verse.
6 comments:
A neat representation of the difficulties of morning orientation (if I've interpreted this short, effective piece correctly!)
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Mmm. Coffee. I see the gentle havoc of a Friday morning in this piece.
Also, I'm the Derek that you've been talking to through the Read.Write.Poem. comment section...in case you wondered.
I love that first line especially.
"where suits cross legs leaning over laptops."...this I liked much.
UL
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