dispel the darkness and economy
dispel the darkness
early morning
marketa comes into the living room
finds me on my mat stretching
every light in the house on
i see her assessing
i feel her internal sigh
i have no resistance to cold
or the dark thoughts
that come on these long dark nights
she knows this
makes coffee
settles into her routine
which rarely varies
and never gives an inch to such things as winter
~
economy
i often write as if words
were expensive
and my assets limited
`
Poetry by one trick pony
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Lawrence Beck |
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