BE

BE

Sat   gazing through the widow.

peole watching.

stirring  the hot  sweet brew.

 

pinstripes,    plasstic  covered babies.

blind

seeing  but not seeing

talking but not listening

BE

Contented in the now

the leather chair hugs me like an old friend.

stirring stirring

spoon clanking.

BE

Rhode Island Coffee

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