with the
whipping of this
western wind
every new phrase seeps in
the coffee has ice cream in it
that was a surprise adored
there was cinnamon in the bread
that was quite a relished change
in the fourteen
minutes after noon
I wished us to have a chance to chat
and we laughed
at the way we said hello
not knowing
where each conversation
was going
and happy to be there
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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